"I have already spoken with Wang Xiaohao’s father. He has guaranteed he will not bother Miss Yan any further."
Could this matter truly have nothing to do with Boss Zhou? Is it possible?
"Right, have soone watch Zhou Xiaoxuan and his wife. Find out who instructed them to set that trap today."
"Zhou Xiaoxuan has always been close to Zhou Ting. I’ll send soone to investigate imdiately."
If it’s really those two, then this is very serious. To think those two little rascals would dare to sche behind our backs.
But, if Boss Zhou really is involved, then the Zhou family isn’t just targeting Yan Xixi this ti; they’re clearly slapping their own leader in the face.
A chill ran down his spine. So brazen! Like a mad dog, ready to bite indiscriminately.
It makes no sense for Boss Zhou to act so foolishly! Or rather, what could Boss Zhou possibly gain from such a self-destructive move that harms others without benefiting himself?
Everyone says Yan Xixi repays tooth for tooth. What they don’t know is that he, Wan Donglin, also returns an eye for an eye under normal circumstances. Even if it’s the Zhou family, they shouldn’t expect to get away with it easily.
It was just past nine in the evening, and due to the heat, the streets were still bustling. Waiting for the traffic light, Yan Xixi, amidst the crowd, felt a little safer.
Just as she finished crossing the road, a car suddenly rushed out from an angle. She jumped, startled. Huang Xiaojue had already flung open his car door and was rushing out.
"Xixi, what on earth happened?"
She didn’t answer, just stepped back.
He was holding his phone and saw the missed call—the one she had made in her panic. His na was set as the first contact on her phone; in an ergency, it would automatically dial his number.
It was precisely because he saw this missed call that he had rushed out imdiately.
He stared at her, and she at him. Suddenly, his face seed so unfamiliar, just like her mother’s face right before she passed away. It had been the sa back then; no matter how many tis she called him, it was useless—just like today, when she had been pounding on the glass and shouting, yet he couldn’t hear her.
How could he be with Zhou Ting? How? And they were laughing so happily together.
She silently took another step back, avoiding his anxious gaze.
He grew anxious. "Xixi, what on earth happened? Didn’t you say you were busy? Why did you suddenly co here? And why were the police looking for you?"
She had initially wanted to tell him. However, now she found herself unwilling to say anything about it. Instead, she downplayed it, "It’s nothing serious, just a misunderstanding."
"What misunderstanding?"
"They mistook for Wang Xiaohao’s mistress. They got the wrong person."
Huang Xiaojue froze for a mont, then let out a sigh of relief.
"Was Wan Donglin ddling again?"
She was taken aback. She hadn’t asked about Zhou Ting, but he had brought up Wan Donglin first. If this were the past, she would have explained, but tonight, she didn’t want to explain anything at all.
However, Huang Xiaojue was completely unaware of any issue with Zhou Ting, nor did he understand Yan Xixi’s unspoken resentnt. He and Zhou Ting were rely fleeting acquaintances with no private connection between them. Furthermore, after tonight, he had no plans to associate with Zhou Ting at all. Consequently, it never occurred to him that he needed to explain anything. Instead, he was stunned by Yan Xixi’s coldness.
That was the first ti Xixi had been so indifferent towards him.
He said carefully, "Xixi, have we had so misunderstanding? Recently, we’ve been seeing each other much less, and our communication has also been insufficient. It’s my fault..."
"Xiaojue, it’s not your fault! I just don’t like your mother."
At these words, they both fell silent for a mont.
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