Curiosity, overwhelming curiosity.
Xia Lu sat on the sofa working on a strategy plan but just couldn't settle down.
Zhou Mingchen clearly disliked Ye Shaotang, yet they still met privately. She had even assumed they wouldn't add each other on WeChat—could the situation she witnessed all this time have been a facade, an act? That would be playing quite the long game.
She recalled that evening when Zhou Mingchen left for a walk without waiting for her, only to emerge from the Ye Family's house. It was all too strange, no matter how she thought about it.
"You've been sitting here so long, and you've only written two lines. Your work efficiency is truly remarkable."
Xia Lu jumped, turned around, and found Zhou Mingchen standing behind her, staring at her screen.
She immediately closed her laptop, "Don't look..."
