Song Sixuan had just regained her composure when she heard his words, and a wave of grievance inexplicably surged in her heart.
"I was thinking that today marks your official appointment as Vice President, so I came by to celebrate with you. But I didn't expect you to not be in your office, making me wait for so long."
Song Sixuan's expression carried a hint of grievance, but her words bore a faint air of self-evident entitlement.
Yu Chiyin furrowed his brows, his deep-set gaze coolly scrutinizing Song Sixuan with a hint of icy deliberation.
However, Song Sixuan didn't notice that because her attention was drawn to the wound on his chin. The faint trace of crimson blood instantly quickened her steps toward him in alarm.
"Yanbai, where did you go just now? How did you get hurt? Let me take a look."
Song Sixuan spoke anxiously, reaching out to remove Yu Chiyin's hand in order to get a closer look at the wound on his chin.
