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However, Xia Mu did not stop for him.

She lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and walked straight past him without even looking at Bo Jingchen.

The shoulder brushed against his upper arm, leaving an alluring aroma of bitter orange.

Bo Jingchen's Adam's apple rolled imperceptibly.

But he didn't look back and walked into the conference room.

Before those female colleagues had time to breathe a sigh of relief, they met Bo Jingchen's eyes that were as cold as ice.

"You guys, go to the personnel department to apply for resignation now."

"Mr. Xiao Bo..." The ugly faces of several women turned pale at this time, without any color at all.

Bo Jingchen just tilted his head slightly.

The tail of his narrow eyes swept over, and he said casually, "Recognize your position, she is not someone you can bully."

When Xia Mu returned to her work station, the atmosphere in the entire office area had become subtle.

Some people glanced at her secretly, while others pretended to be immersed in their work and listened carefully.

The WeChat group has exploded, she just caught a glimpse of it.

She pretended she couldn't see it, squatted down, pulled out the cardboard box at her feet, and started packing her things.

Not much stuff.

She has been in this company for three years, and not even a single cardboard box can hold anything that truly belongs to her.

She put everything into the cardboard box one by one.

After clearing the desktop, she opened the drawer,

His fingers touched a cold photo frame.

The movement paused briefly.

That was what she deliberately stuffed into the deepest part of the drawer.

In the photo, the 17-year-old she and the 19-year-old Bo Jingchen stood side by side under the ginkgo tree in the Bo family's old house.

The ginkgo leaves in autumn fell golden all over the ground. She stood on tiptoes and inserted a leaf into his hair, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

At that time, Bo Jingchen was not as fierce as he is now.

The young man's jawline had not yet grown into a razor-like curve. He was teased by her, and he frowned in pretending to be angry, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

That was the age when he would still smile at her.

Xia Mu stared at the photo for a long time.

At that time, Bo Jingchen was really kind to her.

She was only six years old when she was taken into the Bo family. Her parents had just left, and she hid in the quilt and cried every night.

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