She opened the door and saw an unfamiliar face at the doorway, and froze for a moment. "You are…"
"Miss Yan, please come with us."
The tall, strapping man at the door looked at her with an expression that said if Yan Xiaoxi didn't go, he would carry her off.
Yan Xiaoxi said, "May I ask where we're going?"
The man said, "Miss Zhao would like to see you first."
Zhao Yiran?
What does she want this time!
Yan Xiaoxi gave him an apologetic smile. "It's her business if she wants to see me. Sorry, but I don't want to see her."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she suddenly bent her knee and aimed straight for the man's crotch.
The move was so sudden that the man at the door instinctively backed away.
Yan Xiaoxi slammed the door shut at high speed, let out a long breath, and hurried to lock it. Her hands were still shaking and a little weak, and so were her legs!
Lately, she'd pissed off Zhao Yiran.
Who knew what they'd do to her if they dragged her away.
