An Ziqi's body froze in place, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
Xiao Moli stepped forward, gently taking her hand, looking at her with some unease, "An'an, I'm here with you."
The large sunglasses on her palm-sized face almost covered most of it, making it impossible to see her emotions.
The dark lenses made her already fair face appear even paler, even her usually rosy lips had lost their color.
Light tooth marks could still be seen on her lips from where she had bitten down too hard.
An Ziqi usually didn't like wearing sunglasses and would occasionally put on a mask if she feared being photographed.
Why cover-up now, even at the company? What was she trying to hide?
Thinking about her possibly crying alone in silence, Xiao Moli felt increasingly distressed.
The unease and cautiousness in his words made An Ziqi's heart ache with bitterness; how could she bear him like this?
In the end, she didn't resist, letting him take her hand and lead her outside.
