Jia returned to the bureau, releasing a heavy sigh. The only hope to meet Yong at Huayuan was diminishing.
If the residents at Huayuan continue to refuse me, then where else will I go?
As she walked towards her desk, she froze at the sight of a certain devil seated on a chair on the opposite side. The morning's conversation replayed in her mind all over again and her countenance turned bitter.
He dares to show me his face already after messing with me this morning!?
She faced him with a seething fury, folding her arms against her chest. "I have got nothing to talk to you so leave."
Mingshen glanced up and beamed. "Spicy! I missed you."
She clenched her jaw.
The nerve to act as if nothing happened…
"Where did you disappear without your partner, Spicy? We are supposed to stick together like permanent glue!"
From his far away desk, Xiyang let out a small cough. Jia threw him a glare and he buried his head in the files.