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"Although it will not affect the development of Tanglin Group, I think the third master still cares about what other people think of him. He has lived alone these years, even if he looks powerful, there are people who can really talk to him Not many, I worry that he will not be able to digest these negative emotions alone, and his temper will become more and more out of control..."

At the end of Zhao Bin's speech, his tone was flattering, and it was obvious that he wanted her to help.

She squeezed the center of her eyebrows, "I owe him a lot, even if you don't tell me these things, I can still understand. The third master is in the company now?"

"He's back at Platinum Palace."

After finishing the call, Xia Yanxi had no choice but to divert to the Platinum Palace.

When Uncle Yan saw her coming, he looked surprised, and after he realized it, he warmly welcomed her in, "Miss Xia, the third master is in the study."

"How was he feeling when he came back?" Xia Yanxi asked.

Uncle Yan said awkwardly: "Third Master is usually indifferent to emotions, even I have been with him for so long, I can't easily see through his thoughts."

Xia Yanxi knew this was the truth, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing a maid carrying tea to the study, Xia Yanxi stepped forward and said, "Give me the tea."

At this time, in the study.

Ji Beimu sat in front of the desk, his bony hands resting on the mouse, carefully watching the remarks about him on Weibo at this time.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

The door of the study was knocked suddenly, he quickly closed the Weibo page, and pressed a button on the desk with his slender fingers.

The door of the study opened, and he looked down at the documents on the desktop.

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching him, Ji Beimu's face remained calm, and he pointed his hand in one direction, signaling the other party to put the teacup there.

The other party did as he asked, but after putting down the teacup, he didn't rush to leave, and still stood quietly in front of him.

Xu was dissatisfied with being disturbed, Ji Beimu frowned slightly, "What's going on?"

He raised his head and met a pair of clear eyes with a slightly surprised expression.

But soon, the man's thin lips were tightened, and his eyes were full of scrutiny when he looked at her.

"Third Master, this is the tea you want, stop and rest for a while." Xia Yanxi said in a sweet voice.

"Xia Yanxi, what is your purpose?" Ji Beimu's tall figure leaned against the back of the chair, his knuckle fingers tapped lightly on the desk, and wisps of light surged in his deep narrow eyes, but let One cannot easily see through his emotions.

"I know you don't welcome me, but I just want to do what I should do." Xia Yanxi moved the cup of tea in front of him.

Ji Beimu picked up the teacup, but the next second he poured all the tea in the cup into the trash can.

Seeing his actions, Xia Yanxi suddenly felt a dull pain in her heart.

Noticing that the girl's brows were wrinkled, Ji Beimu laughed coldly, "What? Are you angry?"

"Do you want me to be angry, or not?" Xia Yanxi stretched out her hand, "Give me the teacup, and I'll pour you another."

After finishing the words, the man threw the teacup into the trash can.

He put his hands on the table casually, and his thin lips slowly curled up, "Now you want to show up to me again? It's too late."

Xia Yanxi glanced at the teacup he threw in the trash can, and pursed her lips.

After a while, she turned back and strode out again.

Looking at her resolute back, the light in Ji Beimu's eyes dimmed instantly.

Seeing Xia Yanxi coming out with a disappointed expression, Bo Yan asked worriedly: "Miss Xia, is the third master losing his temper with you? Let other servants do this kind of serving tea and water."

"It's okay, I know his taste, I'll make another pot of tea for him." Xia Yanxi walked into the tea room and mixed two kinds of tea according to Ji Beimu's preference.

Seeing her clearly assigning the proportion of the two teacups, Yan Bo couldn't help feeling a little more fond of her.

After half his life, he knows that things like feelings can never be measured by talking about them.

Now that Miss Xia can clearly remember the likes of the third master, it proves that she still has the third master in her heart.

Xia Yanxi made a pot of tea, and when she was about to serve it out, a maid ran in recklessly.

"boom--"

Suddenly bumped by the maid, the pot of tea in Xia Yanxi's hand immediately spilled down, and some hot tea was even splashed on her body.

"Hiss—" Xia Yanxi gasped in pain as she felt the burning sensation from her skin.

"Miss Xia!" Uncle Yan exclaimed, "Your arms are burned, quickly soak in cold water to relieve it."

Xia Yanxi stretched her hand to the side of the sink, and with the cold water washing, the burning sensation on her skin was diluted a bit.

Uncle Yan yelled at the maid with a cold face: "Look at you! Although you just came here to work yesterday, I have told you many times to be careful!"

"I'm sorry Uncle Yan! Miss Xia, I really didn't mean it." The maid was so anxious that she shed tears.

Xia Yanxi sighed, looking at the large red mark on her arm, she frowned depressingly.

Uncle Yan leaned over worriedly.

The girl's skin is already delicate, and her skin is very fair, so the scalded area is particularly shocking.

"Miss Xia, you should go to the hospital as soon as possible, and try not to leave scars on your hands." Yan Bo hurriedly persuaded.

Xia Yanxi shook her head, "The pain in the arm is gone, and the scar should disappear in a few days."

Thinking of Ji Beimu's face just now, she was a little worried and said: "But my hands seem to be unable to use their strength normally, please help me make another pot, and I will send it to the third master."

She approved of what Zhao Bin said on the phone.

Because Ji Beimu lived in an abnormal environment since he was a child, and he was used to that kind of intrigue, so he also buried his true side very deeply.

Now that there are so many negative public opinions attacking him on the Internet, he must be very sad, and it is even more difficult for a person to digest so many negative emotions.

Uncle Yan scratched his head in embarrassment, "But the third master will definitely be very angry when he sees your hand. For the sake of your body, you still..."

Xia Yanxi quickly wiped off the water stains on her arms, and immediately rolled up her sleeves, "In this way, he won't be able to see it?"

Although her arm still hurts, the matter of her younger brother has not been fully resolved, and Ji Beimu has also been caught in the whirlpool of public opinion. She has never been in the mood to be pretentious about these trivial matters.

Seeing her resolute attitude, Uncle Yan couldn't say anything more.

After he made another pot of tea, Xia Yanxi carefully brought it over.

She knocked on the door of the study again, feeling a little nervous.

Ji Beimu obviously didn't want to see her just now, and he didn't know if he would like to see her again this time.