When Lin Yuan returned to Dong Tian, Xia Zheng was already waiting for her there.
Seeing Xia Zheng slouched bonelessly in the chair, Lin Yuan couldn't help but laugh.
However, recalling what she had just said to Madam Ming, she deliberately put on a stern face, pretended she didn't see him, and walked straight to the desk where she usually calculated accounts and sat down.
Xia Zheng, with one hand propping up his chin and the other teasing his bangs, had thought his effortlessly charming pose would surely catch someone's eye. Yet, realizing it hadn't earned her attention, he muttered to himself in disbelief.
It seemed she had heard the rumors outside too.
He forced a sheepish grin and shuffled over to Lin Yuan, step by hesitant step, blinking his bright eyes: "My dearest Yuanyuan, what's wrong? Are you upset? Who's troubling you? Come, let your husband deal with it for you!"
Lin Yuan couldn't help shivering, feeling that her goosebumps could fall all over the floor.
