Why did you suddenly appear here?

Her mind was full of questions, but she remained outwardly calm and indifferent.

"Whoever you are, please get out of the way."

The man did not answer immediately.

He simply raised one hand and leaned against the wall beside him, casually blocking her way, his tone carrying a deeper meaning:

"How cold, sister."

"So it seems our 'trending topic connection' isn't even worth your second glance?"

Chu Wuyang's gaze turned cold, and he took a small step back.

She ignored his provocation, instead raising her hand to steady her coffee cup, and calmly said:

"Excuse me, I have something to do, please move aside."

The man raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave because you're afraid I'll ask you something?"

Chu Wuyang's patience finally ran out completely.

She stared at him, her voice clear and cold, yet carrying a hint of pressure:

"You don't want to move aside, do you want me to call security?"

The man shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, even somewhat nonchalant.

"Well, it's really heartbreaking that my sister is so cold. But..."

As he said this, he suddenly took half a step closer, his voice lowering slightly.

"We'll probably see each other often."

Chu Wuyang looked at him coldly, not intending to get entangled with him any further, and stepped around him.

Continue walking towards the office.

A man's flippant laughter came from behind; he quickly caught up.

"Sister, why are you in such a hurry? Let's talk some more."

What are you doing?

A deep, mature male voice abruptly broke the awkward atmosphere.

Chu Wuyang was slightly taken aback.

Turning around, I saw the end of the corridor...

The director strode in, his brow furrowed and his eyes sharp.

They were clearly very dissatisfied with the current situation.

Upon hearing this, Jin Xian pursed his lips, appearing nonchalant.

But he reluctantly withdrew his hand from the wall and straightened up.

"What are you doing during work hours?"

The director approached and questioned him sternly.

His gaze lingered between Jin Xian and Chu Wuyang.

His tone carried a hint of suppressed anger.

"Office romances are strictly prohibited. Have you forgotten the rules?"

Before the director could finish speaking,

A short, stout man behind him quickly squeezed forward, bowing with a fawning smile, his tone urgent:

"I'm so sorry! It's a misunderstanding. This is our artist, our spokesperson for this time—Jin Xuan!"

As he spoke, he turned and glared fiercely at Jin Xian, a reproachful look on his face:

"Jin Xian, you're late! Get over here right now!"

Jin Xian, however, did not care at all.

Instead, she glanced at Chu Wuyang with lingering reluctance, the same carefree smile still playing on her lips.

He even raised an eyebrow at her, revealing a hint of teasing.

Chu Wuyang stood still, his expression indifferent, clearly not wanting to pay attention to this farce.

"I'm so sorry, everyone!"

Jin Xuan finally spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone full of nonchalant ease.

He raised his hand and waved it slightly, as if offering a perfunctory apology.

"I just returned to China and am not familiar with the transportation in Haicheng."

"The road conditions were complicated, and I got lost while driving, which is why I was delayed."

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets, casually glanced around at the crowd, and smiled lazily:

"How's the chat going? Come on in, let's continue! What are you all standing there for?"

Just then,

A deep, clear male voice came coldly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resounding weight:

"I don't think there's any need to talk about this."

His voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

Everyone was immediately stunned.