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West!

That makes sense now.

Since the Soul-Chasing Technique showed that she had no problems and was indeed working from home.

Lin Xuan was completely relieved.

At least, nothing went wrong.

"I see, thank you!" Lin Xuan smiled.

Zhou Yu quickly waved his hand: "Brother Lin, you're too kind. Should I report to President An that you came to see her?"

Lin Xuan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No need, I'll make the call myself later."

Zhou Yu nodded quickly.

I couldn't help but admire him: Look at that! He contacted them directly by phone!

After leaving the top floor, Lin Xuan returned to the bathroom on the eighteenth floor.

He had just washed his face with cold water when he heard someone walk in.

Lin Xuan hadn't paid attention, but then he heard:

"Have you heard? It seems that President An was recently... reprimanded by the family head!"

Hearing this, Lin Xuan stopped moving and quietly leaned against the corner.

Another colleague's surprised voice came from behind:

"Being held responsible? Mr. An?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. I just overheard it by accident, so it might not be true, but it's being spread with great detail."

"What exactly happened? Wasn't President An doing a great job? He even secured several big projects recently!" Another person still had doubts.

"What's so good about it!"

The colleague who broke the news shook his head.

"Just think about it, how many problems has the company had lately? First, we had a falling out with the Wang family, then our cooperation with the Tong family almost fell through, and finally, there was the Chen family..."

"Hmm—what you said actually makes some sense!"

"After this series of actions, not only has the group's stock price fluctuated, but people's morale has also started to waver. How could the members of the An family not have any objections?"

"That makes sense... It seems there really is a problem with General Manager An's management!"

"Right! And I heard that this whole thing was arranged privately by President An. He's already working from home, which is basically... you know what I mean!"

"I see. Sigh... President An has it tough."

"Who can argue with that!"

......

The two whispered a few more words, followed by the sounds of flushing water and footsteps.

Lin Xuan walked out from the corner.

His brows were furrowed.

rumor?

Or is it true?

Having just witnessed the chaos within the Tong family, he now harbors no goodwill towards these so-called families.

I always feel like they're capable of anything.

After thinking for a while, Lin Xuan decided that he should ask An Lan in person. He found an empty meeting room, closed the door, and then took out his phone to call An Lan.

The phone rang seven or eight times.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to hang up, the call finally went through.

"Feed".

An Lan's voice came through.

The voice was flat, even somewhat...cold.

"President An?"

Lin Xuan tentatively spoke.

This attitude left him somewhat puzzled. Could it be because of what happened a couple of days ago...?

"Hmm." Just another simple word.

"Is it a convenient time to talk from your end?"

Lin Xuan sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Go ahead," An Lan replied briefly.

"Well, I came to the office today to give a work report, but you weren't here. I heard you've been working from home lately. Is there... something you need?"

Lin Xuan carefully considered his words and did not directly mention the rumors he had heard.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then someone spoke:

"I've been dealing with some things at home lately, and I'll be going back in a while." An Lan's voice remained indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Something's weird!

Lin Xuan frowned. Wasn't that answer too official?

Is there someone else nearby?

"Okay, it's nothing particularly urgent, so... shall we talk about it later?"

"......Um."

After a while, An Lan responded.

then

Hang up.

Lin Xuan held the phone, somewhat taken aback.

Something's not right.

This attitude is so strange. Even if it's because of that absurd thing that happened in the bathroom that night... given An Lan's personality, she would never be so perfunctory when it comes to work.

Is it really as the rumors say?

Did she encounter immense pressure within her family?

Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment, then examined the mark of his Soul Chasing Technique again.

There was nothing unusual.

There are no safety issues.

He thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

But he couldn't just barge onto the An family's territory and ask them questions.

That's strange.

In the end, Lin Xuan could only mutter something and turn to leave.

.

Meanwhile, deep within the Anjia Manor in the west of the city.

Inside an elegantly furnished study.

An Lan held the now-darkened phone screen.

A single, crystal-clear tear fell without warning, landing on the phone screen.

Her face was pale and her eyes were red.

It's obvious that he hasn't had a good rest during this period.

Moreover, if people in the company saw her, they would find that her usual icy and sharp aura had largely dissipated.

"Lanlan..."

A woman's voice came from the corner.

"Don't blame us..."

An Lan didn't reply. She went to the window, looked at the scenery outside, and stood quietly.

.

After getting off work, Lin Xuan went straight back to Binjiang Huafu.

Zhao Xueli has left a message saying that the company requires her to work overtime tonight and that she should get some rest early.

The spacious villa was empty; he was the only one there.

Lin Xuan ate something simple, then returned to his room, sat cross-legged, and tried to circulate his internal energy.

After several days of dual cultivation and healing with Zhao Xueli, the injuries from the forbidden technique backlash have improved considerably, and I have recovered to about 30% of my previous level.

The burning sensation in my meridians has lessened considerably, but I'm still far from fully recovered.

The small red sword residing in the dantian remained quiet, only occasionally trembling to absorb a trace of true essence, like a scoundrel who refused to leave.

After cultivating for two hours, until his meridians felt a bit swollen and painful, Lin Xuan slowly stopped.

He took a shower, then lay down on the bed, feeling a little tired, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Night slowly fell.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xuan had a dream.

The dream was bizarre and colorful, with dim hues.

He saw An Lan in a completely enclosed room.

The room had no windows, and the walls were a stark white color, covered with streaks of blood-red handprints.

An Lan sat on a cold metal chair, her hands restrained.

She opened her mouth and shouted something with great force, her expression terrified, but no sound came out.

There was only deathly silence.

She struggled desperately, but couldn't move. In the corner of the room, a pair of red eyes slowly lit up, staring intently at An Lan.

A suffocating sense of despair permeated the entire dream.

Lin Xuan wanted to rush over and break down that room.

But it felt like my feet were rooted to the spot, and I could only watch helplessly.

suddenly.

An Lan raised her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through a dream, looking straight at him.

Those eyes, which were always cool and rational, were now filled with helpless pleading.

Lin Xuan suddenly woke up with a start.

He sat up abruptly in bed, his forehead and back covered in cold sweat, and even his heart was pounding.