Yan Qinghan touched the spot where Ye Anxin's finger had been, grinned, and said, "I'm fine, just got bitten by a dog!"
"A dog?" Ye Anxin blinked, clearly not believing what he said.
Yan Qinghan smiled noncommittally, then changed the subject, saying, "Weren't you going up? Come, I'll take you up!"
"Mr. Yan!" The receptionist was startled and looked troubled.
"It's fine, I'll handle whatever happens!" Yan Qinghan threw a flirty glance at the receptionist, who instantly beamed and naturally didn't stop them anymore.
Besides, even if they wanted to stop them, they couldn't. The Mu Group was like Yan Qinghan's home; he could come and go as he pleased, and no one ever stopped him! Because it was indirectly approved by their president himself!
Yan Qinghan took Ye Anxin to the president's elevator straight to the top floor. Just as they were about to enter the president's office, Judy stopped them, "Mr. Yan, I'm sorry, but the president instructed that you can no longer enter!"
