Seeing that time was running short, Qian Sisi thanked him hurriedly and walked briskly towards the door. After a few steps, she suddenly turned around, her eyes even brighter with joy than before. "Chairman, you let me take it. Since you admitted it's your most precious possession, does that mean... Cheng'an's mother has always been the most precious person in your heart?"
Bai Xingzhi turned his back to Qian Sisi, his tone stiff and cold. "If you don't leave now and keep rambling, are you waiting for me to take the pen back?"
"No, no, no—I'm leaving, I'm leaving right now—" Qian Sisi stuck out her tongue, carefully took the pen, and rushed to the elevator.
After Qian Sisi left, Bai Xingzhi turned around, his eyes clearly showing a different kind of emotion. He fixed his gaze in the direction Qian Sisi had gone, falling into deep thought.
"Chairman, you... really let her take your pen?" The assistant cautiously asked, watching Bai Xingzhi's face.
