"Did the company say something to you?"
Xu Xiaoyou restrained the fluctuation in her voice, appearing calm and indifferent, much like the secretary-general's usual demeanor in front of outsiders.
Tang Xin shook her head and slowly approached Xu Xiaoyou, the "Cangmo Ceremony Attire" unleashing. At this moment, the "Starry Singer," who once brought despair to many, had arrived.
"Then it must be March," a cold gleam flashed in Xu Xiaoyou's eyes. "What did she say to you?"
"Anything about the future?"
"Or anything about me?"
Aside from rescue, Xu Xiaoyou couldn't think of a second reason for the girl to oppose her at any cost.
Tang Xin didn't answer again, the rampant Silent Hand behind her showed the girl's determination.
Xu Xiaoyou took a deep breath, her weary eyes revealing sadness, which was quickly replaced by apathy, and the pitch-black Steward Blades appeared in her hands.
