771: There Are Never What If’s (1)

There Are Never What If’s (1)

Rong Mo was stunned—Shang Mo was so rough to women!0

Instantly, Rong Mo recalled about how she had accidentally touched Shang Mo's thighs in the car one day and he flew off his rockers. Indeed, he truly did not like anyone touching him.

If he knew that she had invaded his territory and had even peeked at his stuff, who knew how he would react?

Even though Shang Mo had been rather polite to her recently, she knew that his innate personality was still cold.

Annie Zhao sobbed outside for some time and knocked on the door before quieting down entirely. Gradually, the room went silent as Rong Mo tried her best to control her breathing and shrank behind the desk.

She no longer dared to peek out, and could only hear Shang Mo's leather shoes tapping on the ground, every single tap taking a long time.

Shang Mo should be intending to sit down at the desk. However, he suddenly stopped at side of the desk and his footsteps took a swerve toward the other side of the desk, toward a book cabinet.

Was he going to take something or had he discovered someone lurking there?

Tap, tap…

Tap, tap…

Every footstep was louder than the previous one.

Badump, badump!

Badump, badump!

Rong Mo's heart was pounding so badly that it was almost skipping at this point. He was approaching really close now, and it was almost absolutely certain that she would be discovered.

Just as Rong Mo was trying her best to think of how she should explain herself, the footsteps stopped.

With that, her heart stopped beating as well.

She closed her eyes, all ready to give it her all… However, Shang Mo merely took a file from the cabinet and turned to walk away, his footsteps sounding distant.

Bang!

The door closed eventually—he was out.

Rong Mo finally heaved a sigh of relief.

She peered through the gaps and looked outside, only coming forth after being certain that there was no one else in the room. She opened the door stealthily, and when she saw that there was no one outside either, she walked out unhurriedly and closed the door behind her.

What she did not know was that after she closed the door, another door that connected the study room's resting lounge opened and Shang Mo strode out.

Leaning his back against the desk, he looked at the study room's door.

After a moment, he looked down at the information folders that were laid out on the desk. Rong Mo had not seen it all, just the front page.

Pursing his lips, Shang Mo mouthed out softly, "Rong Mo…"

Even though it was a calm tone, he dragged the last syllable really long, bringing with it a sense of charm.

…

As Rong Mo went off, someone scurried from before her and bumped into her. The other party was astounded and yelped, "Ah!"

It was a girl who frowned and raised her head… Suddenly, her entire body froze up as she looked at this man before her quietly… No, to be precise, this was a boy.

This boy was not particularly tall, but his body was lean and slender, bringing with it a calm sense of suaveness. Along with that exquisitely delicate face with long, dashing lashes and a beautiful charm, he looked really refreshing and gentle.

"Are you alright?" Rong Mo asked gently—this was not the same girl that she had seen in the study earlier. Was this another guest?

His soft voice was tender and crisp. The girl who was listening felt as though the entire skies were brightened just from that voice alone.

"I-I'm fine! I'm fine! S-Sorry sorry! I was a little rushed earlier!" The girl replied as her heart raced furiously.

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