What?!
Yan Xinxin froze in place.
It felt as if her surroundings had suddenly plunged into darkness—a pitch-black room where pain shattered her body and soul over and over...
Watching the change in expression on the little woman in his arms, Mo Chuxi sensed something was off.
"Yan Xinxin, Yan..."
"Never."
Yan Xinxin spoke forcibly.
"I could never forgive someone like that."
The arms Mo Chuxi had wrapped around her loosened slightly.
In that moment, he felt as though he had just received a death sentence—as if an invisible knife had slashed at his heart.
She wriggled out of his embrace and turned to face him.
"Young Master Mo, why are you suddenly asking me this question?"
"Call me by my name."
Mo Chuxi snapped back, voicing his demand.
"I refuse."
"..."
"This is the workplace. You're my boss, so let's keep things professional."
Yan Xinxin smiled faintly.
