He pushed the door open and, ignoring Yang Xinyi's surprised gaze, closed the folder on the desk, snatched the pen she was holding, and placed it into the pen case. Throughout the process, he was as expressionless as a robot.
"What are you doing?" Yang Xinyi asked sternly.
"What's the point of earning so much money? In the end, it'll just benefit some bastard. With your current means, there's no need to work so hard. You should be enjoying your life," Ye Xiong said as he tidied up.
"Give me ten more minutes."
"An hour ago, you asked for twenty."
Yang Xinyi sighed. After spending some time with him, she had come to understand this man. Once he made a decision, it was difficult to change his mind, so she could only let him do as he pleased.
She stood up, but as soon as she did, a sudden numbness shot through her legs. She slumped onto the desk, her brow furrowing deeply.
"What's wrong?"