Could it be that she doesn’t care about her reputation? It seriously affects her image, doesn’t it?
A soft, tender voice echoed in his ears. Although Mu Jin Huan couldn’t see her, he could almost imagine how charming she looked right now.
The dark expression between his brows softened a bit, and even the corner of his lips lifted in a doting arc, "Have dinner first, you don’t need to wait for ."
His low, husky voice was incredibly magnetic, a blessing for those obsessed with voices.
Nan Wan snapped out of it, responding with a lukewarm ’hmm’. Just because his voice was pleasant didn’t an she could forget how he just spoke to her.
Deliberately putting on airs, "Is there anything else? If not, I’ll hang up."
Perhaps Secretary Tang had listened in on too many of their conversations and had grown immune, or maybe Mu Jin Huan simply didn’t care about the presence of outsiders in the elevator. He said, as if no one else was there, "Go to bed early. If I co ho and the lights are still on, then don’t bother sleeping."
Implication ran deep.
After realizing what he ant, the temperature in Nan Wan’s ears quickly soared, the red spreading to her collarbone with an unstoppable montum.
Unnaturally, she responded with a sound, then abruptly hung up the call.
The phone screen dimd. The bottle in Qingqing’s hand was still half full, and Nan Wan remained nestled on the sofa, waiting for her body temperature to return to normal.
She didn’t know when it started, but sotis when Mr. Mu was busy and returned ho late, even with the lights on, she could fall asleep alone.
The nightmares that once haunted her countless nights never appeared again.
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As the call ended, the elevator also reached the first floor.
Mu Jin Huan stepped out of the elevator with long strides, the sound of his black leather shoes striking the floor creating a consistent rhythm, echoing faintly in the hall.
The gentleness in his eyes completely faded, his sharply defined features calm and indifferent, "What is the situation at the construction site now?"
Employees coming and going automatically cleared a path leading to the entrance, stopping and greeting respectfully.
Secretary Tang always kept a step behind the boss, with a sowhat grave expression, "Rebar has snapped, causing more than twenty workers on duty to be trapped. The casualties are yet to be confird, and firefighters are making every effort to rescue them."
Upon hearing this, the depths of Mu Jin Huan’s eyes darkened even further.
Liu An had long brought the car from the parking lot to the company entrance. Seeing the boss erge from the hall, he hurriedly got out to open the rear door.
The temperature inside the car was very low.
The situation was dire, and Liu An didn’t need the boss to instruct him to automatically speed up. Ten minutes later, Secretary Tang, sitting in the front passenger seat, looked as pale as a sheet.
Normally she wasn’t carsick, but... she had been so busy she hadn’t had a chance to drink a sip of water, which was why she felt so unwell.
Liu An felt a painful twinge in his heart seeing her like this. But aware of the gravity of the situation, he knew a minute’s delay ant the reporters at the construction site could potentially release unfavorable information about the Mu Family. Silently, he handed her a bottle of mineral water.
An hour later, they arrived at the construction site.
Liu An got out and opened the back door. The mont a black leather shoe touched the dusty ground, reporters holding microphones and caras surged forward madly.
"President Mu, this is Mu Family’s first venture into the construction industry. Now with such a major accident, do you have anything to say?"
"President Mu, there are rumors that Mu Family cut corners, using cheap, substandard materials for the project. Is this true?"
"President Mu, is this your first visit to the construction site?"
"President Mu..."
The sounds of the rescue operation by firefighters, machinery operating, workers shouting, and reporters bombarding with questions...
A cacophony of noise.
Liu An and the carsick Secretary Tang had long been pushed to the outer edge of the crowd, the area around the car door tightly blocked, leaving the two helplessly anxious.
Reporters ’kind-heartedly’ left a spot open. As Mu Jin Huan got out of the car, his harsh yet restrained features remained composed and unaffected by the reporters’ sharp questions.
He carried with him an aura of nacing coldness.
Just by standing there, he was in a world of his own.
The reporter squeezed to the front was about thirty-sothing. The ambitious spirit he once had had long been eroded by the harsh realities of the workplace. Behind his transparent glasses, his eyes held a shrewdness.
Whether out of guilt or intimidated by the chilling aura, he swallowed and took a step back.
Mu Jin Huan glanced over each person indifferently. The darkness in his eyes seed to conceal a sharp understanding of the manipulative sches at play.
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