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Xue Yi looked at those words that seed to carry tear stains, as if he could feel the trembling of Xu ngjie’s fingertips and her desperation on the verge of collapse while typing. His lips parted slightly, but he felt that any comfort or comnt would appear pale and powerless.

"What’s the discussion about? The atmosphere seems so heavy?" A gentle, clear voice tily interrupted. Si Younian walked over with two steaming cups of coffee, handed one to Xue Yi, pulled out a chair to sit, and his gaze wandered over the faces of the two with different expressions, "Sister Xia, firing on all cylinders again, who’s being lectured now?"

Xi Hongxia rolled her eyes dramatically, her red lips parted, and her words were like knives, "Who else could it be? Our ’once promising forr colleague,’ Miss Xu·Broken Rich Dream·Kicked Out·ngjie! Just got thrown out by the Su Family like a used rag, now running all over the world crying out to heaven and begging for rcy like a dog!"

Si Younian’s hand holding the coffee paused almost imperceptibly, a glimr of surprise flashed across his handso face, swiftly replaced by a heavy realization: "Xu ngjie? She... contacted you guys?" His voice remained gentle, but carried a trace of tension.

Xue Yi nodded solemnly, "Sister Xia just showed the ssages, she indeed went wild last night desperately seeking Sister Xia’s help."

Xi Hongxia snorted heavily, arms crossed, in an attitude of detachnt.

Si Younian was silent for a few seconds, seemingly making a difficult decision.

He slowly took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, slid his fingertips across the screen for a mont, then gently pushed the phone screen-up under the sunlight in the center of the table.

Xue Yi and Xi Hongxia’s gazes were instantly drawn to it.

In Si Younian’s WeChat chat list, the na "Xu ngjie" stood out, with the ti showing this morning.

The content of the ssage was not much different from what was sent to Xi Hongxia, filled with hysterical despair, humble repentance, and blood-curdling cries for help, with an even lower and more pitiful tone.

The last ssage was also a glaring missed voice call request.

Si Younian sighed softly, a hint of subtle pity in his voice: "Sent just an hour ago. I... haven’t figured out how to respond yet, or whether I should respond." His gaze swept over the pleas for help, eyebrows deeply furrowed.

Xi Hongxia stared at that record, with mockery almost spilling from her eyes, she folded her arms and leaned heavily back against the chair, letting out a snort.

"Even our big movie star Si Younian got one? Well done, Xu ngjie, your SOS signal is well prioritized! First, it’s Xue Yi, the soft-hearted nice guy, then , the ’villain with a notorious reputation,’ and finally, with no other choice, she grits her teeth and cos to you, the colleague with whom she’s least acquainted but the most prominent na? Tsk tsk, seems she’s truly at the end of the road, no help from heaven or earth, only now rembering where Xingyue’s door opens?"

Si Younian silently retrieved the phone, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cold tallic casing, the heaviness between his brows not dissipated by Xi Hongxia’s sarcasm: "Sister Xia, putting aside emotions, her current situation sounds... indeed dire. Kicked out by the Su Family, penniless, signed a blatantly exploitative contract with Cuican, still held accountable for so-called ’huge debts’ by the Su Family with absurd reasons, even basic survival is a problem..."

He paused, looking up at Xi Hongxia, then to Xue Yi, his tone carrying a hint of tentative seriousness, "I’m wondering... should we... ntion this to President Yue? Even if it’s just to let her know about this matter? See if there’s any chance for a turnaround? After all, her singing talent is truly top-notch, President Yue was very optimistic about her back then, it’s her own..."

"Si Younian!"

Xi Hongxia suddenly exploded like a powder keg, abruptly sat up straight, and slamd a palm on the table, causing the liquid in the coffee cup to shake wildly. Her voice soared sharply, almost piercing through the soundproof glass of the ceiling:

"Has your brain also been caught in the Su Family’s door? Drowned along with hers?!"

Xue Yi was also shocked by Si Younian’s words, imdiately expressing strong disapproval, swiftly shaking his head: "Younian, absolutely not! Have you forgotten how resolute Xu ngjie was when she left? What was President Zhou’s expression when she signed the termination agreent? How much effort and resources Xingyue poured into her?"

Xi Hongxia was burning with anger, yet her words were extraordinarily sharp, like an unsheathed sword:

"Help her? Why help her? Just because she’s crying miserably now? Just because she says ’I was wrong’? Talk to President Yue? Si Younian, tell , where is President Yue now? How long has she just been abroad? How challenging and energy-consuming are the matters there, don’t you know?! That’s a major issue concerning overseas businesses!

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