Staring at his departing figure, Xia Yunxi had to continue her mission and prepare to activate Plan B. If the Beauty Trap didn't work, she would switch to the Bitter Flesh Scheme.
Ling Muye stood at the entrance, already having changed his shoes. Xia Yunxi held her breath until her eyes glistened with a thin mist. She trotted over to him, pleading, "Ling Mu... Mr. Ling, please help the Xia Family, become the executive president of the Xia Family."
Xia Yunxi bowed deeply to Ling Muye, her small face buried in her chest, holding her breath while waiting for his answer. Her language was simple and straightforward, confident that her vivid expression could be moving.
However, Xia Yunxi underestimated the person in front of her, a cold-blooded creature, heartless, unmoved.
Ling Muye didn't even glance at her, ignored her words, and was ready to step away.
