Xu Xiaoya caught up with him, card in hand, "Third Young Master..."
He turned around, his tone indifferent, "You hold on to this card for Xixi for the time being."
"But Xixi insisted I pass it on to you."
"Just hold it for her for now."
Xu Xiaoya dared not say more, as he had already strode away.
After walking quite a distance, he slowed his pace. Staring at the photocopy, he gave a bitter laugh. After more than two years, this was his first "photo" of her. Nevertheless, it was better to have one than not.
On the first day back at work after the New Year, Yan Xixi was a bit absent-minded. Fortunately, everyone was still shaking off the holiday atmosphere and didn't notice her unusual behavior. She spent most of the day flipping through work plans but couldn't think of anything. Her mind was a muddle. Get married? Resign?
At the end of the workday, Huang Xiaojue called, "Xixi, come to my place for dinner tonight. My mom wants to discuss the wedding details with us."
