Seeing no response from him, Qin Ruan's expression changed, her previous petty temper disappearing—replaced by dense, creeping worry.
As her patience gradually faded, Huo Yunjiao signed the document, closed it, and placed it to his left. Lifting his smiling, affectionate eyes gently, he tenderly gazed at Qin Ruan.
His thin lips curled into a shallow smile, his interest apparent as he asked, "Did you come just for this?"
His tone couldn't hide the disappointment and sadness.
Yes, all an act, crystal clear to her ears.
Qin Ruan's gaze hardened, her worry unfazed by his feigned grievance.
Her eyes angrily fixed on the man sitting at the desk, she demanded coldly, "Where are the Buddha Beads?"
The unease within her grew stronger, along with an uncontrollable, suddenly fervent agitation.
Seeing her truly enraged, Huo Yunjiao's lips slightly pursed, and with a tip of his toe, he slid his office chair back and stretched his hand to open the drawer in front of the desk.
