Upon hearing the words coming from the other end of the phone, Yan Xinxin's expression slightly paused.
She hadn't forgotten this voice.
"Who called? Did something happen?"
Seeing Yan Xinxin's complexion change slightly, Xiao Yize asked with concern.
"Master, thank you for the cake, but I don't have time to eat it right now. I'm going back to the eighteenth floor."
After finishing her sentence, Yan Xinxin got up and walked towards the door.
Lu Chenxue, who was working, saw Yan Xinxin storm out and felt puzzled, yet also a bit worried.
Xiao Yize followed closely behind Yan Xinxin, feeling vaguely uneasy.
After thinking for a moment, he followed her.
Yan Xinxin took the safety stairs, only two floors, and arrived quickly.
Niki saw her and hurriedly walked over with a peculiar expression.
"Lady Mo, you're here, that Wen..."
"I know."
Yan Xinxin smiled slightly.
"She's in the conference room, right?"
"Yes, I asked her to wait in the conference room."
