Hearing the term "Brother Xiang," Xiang Yiqing's mind flashed to New Xiaoxiao again.
"It's the kind of relationship between the head and the elder."
He slightly frowned, replied flatly to Zhou Meng, then lifted his foot and continued to walk forward.
He gave off a cold and indifferent vibe.
"Although he was quiet as a child, he didn't seem so arrogant."
Zhou Meng watched Xiang Yiqing's receding figure and muttered softly before pushing open the door and entering the office.
Xiang Yiqing didn't like looking at his phone while working; he always set it to silent mode.
Back in the office, he finally took his phone out of his pants pocket. As he expected, the screen was filled with WeChat messages, all from Xiaoxiao.
"Hubby, I'm so bored."
"If you keep ignoring me, I'll fly over there to find you."
"I really will fly."
"..."
Xiang Yiqing read them one by one. The more he scrolled down, the deeper his frown became, as Xin Xiaoxiao's messages grew more and more explicit.
