Calm and Collected Are All Pretense

"Just stop here. There's less than 200 meters left. We'll be there after the turn. I'll walk over there myself."

As she spoke, Mu Xiyan brought the seat belt over, took her bag and prepared to get off.

Lin Qixian unwillingly stopped the car, frowned and asked, "I say, Mu Xiyan, how shameful was it for me to not bring you to the company?"

If it were anyone else, they would have gladly climbed up his arm and entered his office.

He avoided her as if he were a monster.

This intense feeling of contrast caused Lin Qixian to feel somewhat defeated.

However, after such a long time, Lin Qixian had suffered quite a few setbacks against Mu Xiyan.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I've already been discussed by people on my first day at work. Do I still want to live?" Boss, you should just let me live a peaceful life. I'll be leaving first. See you at the company in a while! "