Game.
It's over?
Just a game?
Seeing Mo Chuxi distracted, Yan Xinxin reached out to grab his hand and forced the ring into his palm.
"Thank you. Goodbye."
As the words fell, Yan Xinxin turned around.
Goodbye?
Listening to those two parting words, Mo Chuxi's eyes darkened.
He lowered his gaze, looking at the ring in his hand, and Yan Xinxin's earlier words echoed in his mind.
When he raised his eyes again, the emotions painted on his face were impenetrable to anyone.
Separation?
Impossible.
In this lifetime, she belongs to him.
Even her breath—every single inch of it—must be possessed by him, Mo Chuxi!
☆
Di Jue Group.
It was already time for work.
Xiao Yize sat in his office, staring at Yan Xinxin's empty desk through the glass. He felt an inexplicable unease.
He stood up and walked out, and Tong Lili quickly approached him.
"Young Master Xiao, the training for the appraiser exam is already over. Why haven't Xinxin and Ling come to work yet?"
