There were three cars in the convoy belonging to Yang Hexuan’s team; He and his assistant Xia Yan were in the sa car.
They had been working together for so ti, but their relationship had not beco particularly close, as Xia Yan’s cold personality was hard to endure.
Both sat in the back seat. Yang Hexuan was playing with his phone, while Xia Yan, her head leaning against the backrest, had fallen asleep in a rather uncomfortable position.
Yang Hexuan glanced at her, feigning indifference. After a long while, he finally looked up from his phone and said to the driver, "Turn down the air conditioning."
He had always felt that this girl had many secrets and stories, but she never ntioned them to anyone.
They had been together for so long; wherever he went, he kept her by his side. However, she only talked to him about work and nothing else, appearing to be soone whose life centered around her job.
Her life was unexpectedly simple. He had never seen her contact family, had no friends around her, and certainly no romantic relationships. Every day she was busy with his work, from morning till night.
At first, he intentionally did not promote her and gave her the most basic jobs in photography, like carrying equipnt and doing chores, without teaching her any photography skills.
But she was very enduring, lifting heavy photography equipnt with her skinny arms without a word of complaint, working diligently on her own.
Unlike other assistants who chose to quit, she stayed by his side for three to four years.
It was only then that he began to let her handle so photography work.
But he noticed she was very persistent, stubborn even, in her photography, as if photography was her everything and everything else was dispensable.
There was a charm about her that made one want to explore further.
When they arrived at their destination, he didn’t call her, yet she woke up on her own, opening the car door and taking the equipnt box out.
Yang Hexuan sighed lightly, put away his phone, got out of the car, walked to her side, and silently took the box from her hand, striding forward without waiting for her reaction.
Xia Yan was stunned for a mont, looked at him with no particular expression on her face, then followed him inside.
While she was tidying up inside, Yang Hexuan walked in and said, "All the rooms are full. I’ll be staying in the sa room with you."
Xia Yan’s movents paused, and she imdiately said, "I’ll go stay with them."
"There are already four people in their room with only two beds, and besides, you’re not likable; who else but would want to stay with you?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Yan’s expression tightened, showing no more emotion, and she stood there temporarily at a loss.
Yang Hexuan pointed to the sofa nearby with his chin and said, "You’re short, so sleep on the sofa. It’s spacious enough for you."
Xia Yan said nothing, taking her belongings out of her suitcase and arranging them.
Yang Hexuan walked over, examining her suitcase. He picked up her bag, sat on the sofa, and began to unzip and rummage through it.
She imdiately walked over, pulling at the bag’s strap, "Give it back to ."
It was evident this was sothing she valued highly, making Yang Hexuan even more curious. Apart from her treasured cara, he had never seen her cherish anything else.
Using his strength, he emptied the contents of the bag. There was nothing of note, just so usual items girls carry. He picked up a wallet and opened it, only to freeze in shock.
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