Upon hearing this, Mo Chuxi's steps immediately halted.
For no apparent reason, he felt his heartbeat become unusually erratic.
He lifted his dark, deep eyes and looked at Yan Xinxin's petite figure as she turned a corner toward the restroom. His breath hitched slightly.
"What are you trying to say?"
He opened his lips.
His voice was as cold and calm as always.
"Uh, if I tell you, Young Master Mo, will you dock my performance bonus out of anger?"
Ah Ding asked hesitantly.
Mo Chuxi's handsome brows knit lightly as he irritably raised a hand to tug at his shirt collar.
"Speak."
His commanding tone left no room for negotiation.
"Alright then."
Ah Ding relented somewhat grudgingly.
"My guess is that Yan Xinxin entered your room that night."
Without further hesitation, Ah Ding voiced his thoughts. Mo Chuxi's fingers tightened, and a complex expression surged within his deep eyes.
