As she hesitated, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind, startling her for a moment. Her hand holding the phone tightened slightly, and inadvertently, she dialed the number, yet she wasn't aware of it and slowly turned to look in the direction of the voice.
When she turned around, sure enough, she was met with a face that was quite handsome, though lacking the sharpness and intensity within the brows. Instead, she could clearly see the tenderness, guilt, and reluctance in his eyes.
Mu Lezhu furrowed her brows, her expression returning to its usual coldness. She slowly lowered the hand holding the phone and his lips curled into a faint, distant smile: "General Manager An, do you need something?"
"Lezhu, do we really have to be this distant?" An Zixuan stepped forward, trying to reach out to her, but Mu Lezhu reflexively dodged, leaving his hand hanging awkwardly in the air, his expression somewhat disoriented: "I know, you have always blamed me..."
