In Yan Rouxi's office, Xia Yuqing sneezed for the third time in under a minute. Seeing this, Yan Rouxi raised a brow. "Did you catch a cold?"
Xia Yuqing rubbed her nose with a pout. "No, someone's probably talking behind my back."
"Who? Lu Jinchen?"
"Who knows? And more importantly—who cares?" Xia Yuqing shrugged, looking entirely unbothered. But as she scrolled through the flood of comments on her phone, a slow, satisfied smile tugged at her lips.
Yan Rouxi leaned in, intrigued. "Yuqing, aren't you even a little scared? What if Lu Jinchen figures it all out? What will you do if he finds out you were the mastermind behind this scandal?"
Xia Yuqing scoffed, flicking her nails as if the thought of being caught was ridiculous. "Please. He won't find out. I was in the CCTV's blind spot the entire time." But despite her confidence, her fingers tapped against the phone—a barely noticeable habit she had whenever she felt uneasy.
