The Production Hotel.
The room was dimly lit, wisps of moonlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the man sitting alone on the sofa.
Light and shadow overlapped, obscuring his expression.
Ding-
His phone rang.
Xie Yanci frowned, glanced at it, and answered.
"President Xie, your wife really is discussing the script with Xia Shian," Secretary Zhou reported, enunciating every word.
"..." Xie Yanci gripped his phone tightly and said nothing.
He had originally planned to spend tonight nurturing his relationship with his wife.
But in the time it took him to shower, a single phone call from Xia Shian had summoned Xu Shi away.
All in the name of discussing the script.
What script needed discussing in the middle of the night?
Resentment filled Xie Yanci's dark eyes. A cold snort escaped his throat. "Go watch them. Don't give them any chance to be alone together."
If his identity had allowed it, he really would have liked to see for himself exactly how those two were discussing the script.
Secretary Zhou said, "...All right."
After hanging up, Secretary Zhou silently shook his head.
He would be working overtime again tonight.
Secretary Zhou sighed as he walked. Seeing Xiao Chi standing guard outside the Lounge, he cleared his throat. "President Xie wants you to go inside and keep an eye on them."
"Me?" Xiao Chi pointed at himself. "Me?"
Secretary Zhou nodded solemnly. "You're Xu Shi's assistant. You're the only one with a suitable role."
"...Okay." Xiao Chi obediently nodded.
He had been uneasy about leaving Xu Shi alone in a room with an Alpha anyway.
What script needed discussing in the middle of the night?
Creak-
Xiao Chi gently pushed the door open and went inside.
The discussion in the room was heated.
"I really think Xia Cen likes