Pei Siyu leaned closer to Ming Yao, his cold voice becoming even deeper, exuding a strong masculine aura and overflowing with hormones.

Mingyao's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of her constricted chest.

The atmosphere in the small study became increasingly romantic and ambiguous.

Just as the ambiguous atmosphere reached its peak and the two were about to kiss, an untimely knock came at the door.

Wu Ma's voice came from outside the door.

"Ms. Su, a Mr. Wang has been calling you."

Mingyao responded with an "oh," then immediately lowered her head, her cheeks and the roots of her ears burning red.

She opened the door and took the phone.

In just five minutes, Wang Zhouheng had made several phone calls and sent text messages.

It's so late, what could be so urgent?

Just as Mingyao was wondering what was going on and was thinking about how to compose a text message, her phone suddenly went blank.

She paused for a moment, then turned around.

Pei Siyu snatched her phone, a dangerous smile spreading across his face.

He stared intently at Mingyao, the smile on his lips particularly striking.

"Your relationship with Wang Zhouheng is truly extraordinary."

"Why would I call or text you so late?"

"Su Xueya, you've got some nerve."

Mingyao was surprised and instinctively reached for the phone.

"President Pei, you've misunderstood."

“I have no relationship with Dr. Wang. Give me back my phone.”

She was a little anxious, afraid of delaying important matters.

Wang Zhouheng's eagerness to contact her might be related to Ming Suqin.

Pei Siyu grabbed Mingyao's wrist, his smile chilling, and said coldly, "So eager to reply to his message, do you dare say you're really innocent?"