Angry Tang Yue

Chenxi, first-floor lobby.

The elevator doors opened, and a figure rushed out.

Hurried footsteps echoed through the lobby, betraying just how anxious he was.

I'm done for. I'm done for. How did I oversleep?

Mo Xie's heart sank.

He had worked from morning into the afternoon, concentrating the whole time. He was already exhausted.

Then Jiang Ya gave him a massage, and he fell straight asleep.

When he woke and checked his phone, he got a shock. A moment later, he knew he was in trouble.

His phone showed several missed calls and unread messages, all from Tang Yue.

Even through the words on the screen, he could tell how furious she had been when she sent them.

Mo Xie checked the time again. He was nearly half an hour late.

The main reason was that his phone had been on silent the whole time.

It was a habit of his. When he needed to focus on work, he silenced his phone so he wouldn't be disturbed.

So when Tang Yue called, he hadn't woken up.

Mo Xie ran out the front doors and quickly looked around, hoping to get on his bike and leave at once. Maybe he could still salvage things.

Just then, a car's high beams struck him from a distance.

The glare made it impossible to keep his eyes open. He raised a hand to shield them.

Once his eyes adjusted, Mo Xie looked toward the light and saw a familiar, graceful figure.

Tang Yue had dressed with care today. A burgundy, spaghetti-strap gown with a plunging V-neck traced her figure perfectly, making her look alluring.

As usual, she wore black tights that showed off the shape of her legs.

Burgundy heels enclosed her dainty feet, hiding them from view.

The whole outfit had the elegance