When Nangong Mo spoke, his gaze was fixed intently on An Xiaoyu's eyes, as if a deep, unfathomable mist was swirling in his pupils.
That kind of gaze made An Xiaoyu feel a bit apprehensive and uneasy.
For some reason, there was a fleeting moment when she had the illusion that the villa was meant to be given to her...
Oh well, she must have lost her mind.
The man in front of her seemed a bit off, so she shouldn't let him lead her astray.
"An, I have set my sights on you, so I will wait for you!"
*
After Nangong Mo left, An Xiaoyu remained seated in the reception room, staring blankly at the stack of documents on the table, slightly lost in thought.
Set his sights on her? Wait for her?
Literally, it meant he wanted her to take charge of the construction and design of the villa and would wait for her to start work after the new year, that seemed to be the point.
But An Xiaoyu felt there was more to his words?
The feeling was unsettling!
