"Young Master, where are you going? Let me come with you." If it was work-related, as his secretary, she had the duty to accompany him.
"No need, stay here," Beitang Yao shook his head. He was already at the Xuan Gate, putting on his shoes. Before leaving, he took a deep look at Xia Qingqian and repeated, "Remember, don't go anywhere."
Xia Qingqian also walked to his side, looking up at him. She noticed his complexion wasn't good; even though he always seemed cold, there was now an indescribable feeling.
She didn't know why, but she impulsively stepped forward and hugged his lean waist from behind, burying her face against his back, listening to his heartbeat, and said, "Young Master, I'll wait here for you to come back. I'm afraid alone."
Beitang Yao paused with his hand on the doorknob, his body stiffening. He hadn't expected Xia Qianqian to voluntarily hold him, let alone say such words to him. Did she think something would happen?
