Yan Xinxin stood at the study's entrance, feeling her heartbeat grow increasingly unsteady as she voiced her request.
After a moment, Mo Chuxi's deep and cold voice came from inside.
"Come in."
No matter what, hearing his response was good.
Yan Xinxin extended her finger to press the code, and soon the study door opened.
She stepped in and immediately saw the man in a black shirt sitting at the desk.
He didn't speak or move, seemingly holding something in his hand with his gaze fixed on it.
His emotionless demeanor seemed to cast an inexplicable desolate coldness around, making Yan Xinxin feel nervous.
"Weren't you supposed to see the exhibition and listen to the lecture? Why are you back so early? Hmm?"
He parted his lips lightly, his voice still alluringly pleasant, yet the detached tone sent a chill down her spine.
Yan Xinxin walked slowly toward him.
"I listened to the lecture, and the exhibition will take place in two days."
