"I thought that girl was deliberately getting close to the boss, completely mesmerized by his looks—just like all those other cheap women," Yan Huo said resentfully.
'Why didn't she fall for me? I'm not bad looking, either.'
"The boss is never wrong about people, I'm sure of it. So since that cat and dog have the aura of true gods, and Xin Huohuo went out of her way to come here, perhaps she's here to spy." Xuan Liu looked slow, and while his mind worked sluggishly, he was always clear-headed.
"Spy, my ass! Who would know about the boss's business? Seriously!" Yan Huo retorted.
"Xin Huohuo?" Bei Mingyuan, however, seemed only interested in her name.
His voice was already pleasant and deep. The way he slowly, softly repeated her name almost sounded like an intimate murmur, but his next words were cold and analytical. "Her surname is Xin, yet it's followed by two characters for 'fire.' It has the feel of a scorching flame under a blazing sun... A very intense name."
