Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare

Chapter 1127 - 1146: Can’t Find An Nan (10)

Gradually, a trace of disdain flickered in An Nan’s eyes, simultaneously reinforcing her previous conviction. How could a man with such high standards as Han Xiayang be interested in such a woman?

Then she stood out rare in the surprised gazes of the other people in the office.

She took the initiative to stand up from the sofa, approached the man before her with a shy look in his eyes, and spoke proactively amidst his puzzled expression: "I know you’re very confused right now about why you’re here. Let me clearly tell you, it’s not because your president wants to discuss anything with you, but because the person seeking you is me."

Upon reaching this point, she paused briefly amidst the woman’s astonished expression before continuing: "And the reason I’m looking for you is simple, because of one person: Han Xiayang. I believe this name isn’t unfamiliar to you!"

Just as she expected, a drastic change occurred in the depths of the woman’s eyes before her, becoming guarded, sharp, and tinged with a hint of doubt.

"Who exactly are you?" Did she mistake someone else for Han Xiayang’s girlfriend? But that couldn’t be right! This was clearly a pregnant woman! Maybe she’s already married.

Amidst the woman’s internal turmoil, An Nan gently curved the corners of her mouth, and under her fearful and vigilant gaze, calmly continued, "I can clearly tell you, my identity isn’t what you presume." Then, she pointed to Shen Mengqi beside her and continued, "I believe this person isn’t unfamiliar to you either. Yes, she’s the answer in your mind, the one to whom you sent the photo."

As An Nan spoke, the woman’s once pale face turned ashen, and even her brilliantly vivid red lips began to tremble slightly, with a tender sentiment that could evoke sympathy from general men.

Regrettably, the only two men in this office were far from simple.

Not only did nobody sympathize with her, but their eyes were filled with deep disgust.

Despite the smile on An Nan’s face, her heart was already brimming with anger. If not for fearing that her excessive emotional agitation would scare or harm the child in her belly, she would have already erupted into a furious roar, leaving no space for her to feign pitifulness here.

However, she kept reminding herself gently that she had to say something, or she’d be driven insane. But this time, just as she was about to speak, Shen Mengqi, who had been sitting silently on the sofa, interrupted her: "Nannan, this is my matter, let me handle it myself!"

The obstructed person slightly opened her mouth, and ultimately nodded silently: "Alright, you do it!"

Afterwards, An Nan returned to the sofa, simultaneously beckoning Zhan Qiyi to sit beside her to watch the drama unfold.

She was confident about her sister’s combat power. This woman was certainly no match for her sister; the question was whether her sister was willing to exert all her strength against her.

An Nan thought for a moment, realizing it had been quite a while since she last saw Shen Mengqi angry—she really almost forgot what it was like?