"Finally!"
Wang Xiao emerged from the north wing meeting room and made his way toward where Wang Xueying had been waiting.
The moment she saw him, her eyes widened, and without hesitation, she rushed forward.
Her figure moved with a swift movement, her long hair swaying with each step, and before he could react, she had thrown herself into his arms.
Whoosh!
Her soft, fragrant body pressed against his, but there was nothing delicate about her movements—her hands were all over him, frantically checking him over.
"They didn't beat you, did they?" she asked, her voice a melodious rush of panic. "Did they hurt you?" Her slender fingers roamed over his chest, his arms, his face, feeling for any injury. "I told you not to sneak in there! What were you thinking?"