Xia Yuxun's peripheral vision fell on the two marriage certificates on the desk, her gaze fiery as though she wished she could burn them to ashes, as if by doing so, the incessant turmoil in her heart would cease to exist.
Watching Leng Sichen drink the milk one sip at a time, Xia Yuxun took the cup from him, "Is there anything else you need me to do? Just say it all at once."
"Wait for me to get off work." Leng Sichen commanded.
Xia Yuxun glanced at her watch. It was only a little past ten in the morning. Did that mean she had to wait for another six or seven hours?
"Then I'll come back in the evening," Xia Yuxun considered and said.
"Wait here." Leng Sichen's brow furrowed slightly, his face displaying an unpleasant expression as if her recently accrued goodwill had just been reset to zero.
Xia Yuxun: "..."
This guy is even more demanding than the Emperor...
Xia Yuxun, having no choice, angrily sat down on the opposite sofa.
