Chen Zixin stopped as a look of amusement flashed on his face.
He wasn't really hugging Nian Xiaomu, but he had reached out to give her a pat on the shoulder. Then, he looked into her eyes and said, "Don't forget that if he doesn't treat you well, come and look for me!"
Nian Xiaomu: "…"
Before she could react, Chen Zixin had already left.
While she was thinking through what Chen Zixin might have meant, a sudden gust of cold wind swept past her.
Turning around, she saw Yu Yuehan's aloof figure standing right behind her. With a sneering smile, he asked, "He's already gone. How much longer do you want to stare?"
Nian Xiaomu followed him into the car.
On the way home, although the heater was turned on, it felt so cold in the car that Xiaomu's teeth chattered.
She tried to sit as close to the car door as possible and wished that she could shrink and hide within the car.
Finally, she could not resist sticking her head out and taking a peek at the man who was like an automatic air conditioner.
"Young Master, are you in a bad mood?"
"Oh yes. I haven't thanked you for helping me out tonight. If you had not appeared in time, we wouldn't have been able to get out of the situation so easily…" Before Nian Xiaomu could finish what she wanted to say, the person next to her suddenly turned his head and glared at her.
Yu Yuehan said pensively, "If you were truly afraid, you shouldn't have hung out alone with Chen Zixin."
"Do you like him?" Yu Yuehan squeezed the question through his teeth. Then, the air pressure in the car dropped.
The chauffeur shivered in fright and hurriedly closed the partition between the front and rear seats.
Now, there were only the two of them in the rear seats.
Nian Xiaomu did not bother with what the chauffeur had done and shook her head wildly in response to the question.
"It's not what you think." Nian Xiaomu dug her phone out of her bag and passed it to Yu Yuehan. "I only went over because I had received this text message. I didn't think that I would be locked in the room! I did not intentionally arrange to meet with President Chen Jr.!"
Yu Yuehan: "…"
His dark and soulful eyes glanced over at her cell phone.
After hearing her explanation, the icy look on his face dissipated.
The overpowering atmosphere in the car became more relaxed.
Yu Yuehan leaned back against the seat and crossed his arms. Raising his eyebrow as he looked at Nian Xiaomu, he asked, "Why didn't you call me then?"
"I did! I called you so many times, but I couldn't get through," Nian Xiaomu whined softly.
She was about to take back her cell phone when his hand suddenly stretched outward and took her phone from her.
He checked her outgoing call record first and saw that she had indeed attempted to called him several times. The sides of his mouth curled upward subconsciously, but this was not obvious.
When he read the text message that had lured her to the room, a dangerous expression flashed across Yu Yuehan's face.
"Are you sure that Chen Zixin did not send this message?"
If he had not discovered that she was nowhere to be found and had not gone to look for her, then everything that had happened earlier wouldn't have ended so simply!
"President Chen Jr. said that he lost his cell phone." Nian Xiaomu answered every question truthfully and had no intention of hiding anything from Yu Yuehan.
She stopped and thought of something.
"The timing of those reporters was impeccable! Right after I was pushed into the room, they appeared as if someone had arranged it!"
The person who had plotted against her had also plotted against Chen Zixin.
This issue was no longer only about Nian Xiaomu.
When talking about work-related matters, Nian Xiaomu's attitude was clear-cut and not vague at all. She shifted herself toward Yu Yuehan and went through all the details of what had happened that night with him.
In the end, she did not even realize that while looking at the screen of her cell phone, she had already leaned her entire body against him.
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With a deafening bang, the car door slammed shut with so much force that it seemed like the door might break.