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Hastening his steps, he walked towards her . "I…"
He attempted to explain himself but couldn't find the words . He knew Xuxu wouldn't lie when she said that the two tickets fell out from his pockets .
The only logical explanation he could think of was that Fang Jiayin might have slipped the tickets into his pocket during his inebriated state last night .
But that explanation would only bring up more questions .
Meeting his ex when he was dead drunk . . .
Xuxu intended to ignore him, but he kept hovering around her . With his tall physique, his presence was too hard to ignore, and she couldn't work in peace .
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Thus, she put down her pen and looked at him, pretending to be baffled . "President Yan, what do you want?"
At that instant, she realized that he'd buttoned up his shirt wrong . But since his shirt was tucked in, it wasn't immediately obvious .
Yan Rusheng had done up his buttons wrong . This was the first time she saw him be so sloppy in his dressing .
He's probably suffering from a hangover and can't think straight .
She pursed her lips tightly and tried to hold in her laughter .
She somehow took delight in his misfortune . It was fitting payback for having a good time with his ex .
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Yan Rusheng had his mind set on proving his innocence to Xuxu and didn't give a damn about his appearance .
"I understand that you went back to your bedroom last night?" he asked while scrutinizing Xuxu at the same time .
He wondered if she went back to her room because she was upset over the two tickets .
Otherwise, what else could the reason be?
They were still fine before he left the office yesterday .
Xuxu knitted her eyebrows and retorted coldly, "The whole room reeked of alcohol . If I didn't leave, I'd probably drown in the fumes . "
"Oh . " There was a tinge of disappointment in Yan Rusheng's reply . "I had a drink too many last night, so I have no idea how the two tickets got into my pocket . "
He explained calmly as he walked back to his office .
So, it was just my wishful thinking . She's not at all upset or jealous .
If she were bothered by it, she would've torn up the tickets and flushed them down the toilet .
Ahem, Young Master, not everyone is like you .
He heard Xuxu say from behind him, "Fang Jiayin called earlier . She wanted to remind you to go to her musical performance . "
Yan Rusheng stopped in his steps upon hearing this . He tightened his fists and knitted his eyebrows somberly .
What exactly is Fang Jiayin trying to do?
When he was back in his office, he dialed Ming Ansheng's number, and someone answered .
"Hello, Third Yan . "
Ming Ansheng answered drowsily . He was obviously still in bed .
"Did I bump into Fang Jiayin last night?" Yan Rusheng asked point-blank .
"No…" Ming Ansheng answered right away and then corrected himself . "I think yes . When I sent you out last night, you met her at the entrance . I went to flag a cab for you, and when I came back, I saw her supporting you . What's the matter?"