Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Master, the Second Young Master Xi of the Xi Family has suddenly arrived.

The middle-aged man had returned at some point and was shocked to see a woman clothed in black with a black baseball cap standing at the doorway trying to push it open.

Ji Wei instinctively stepped back.

Zhu Ming’an froze for only a few seconds before striding quickly toward Ji Wei.

Ji Wei’s expression showed some panic as she turned on her heel and quickly ran toward the other end of the hallway.

"Stop! Don’t run, stand right there!" Zhu Ming’an shouted, chasing after her.

Ji Wei had no idea which way led out, so she darted into the first open door she saw. It turned out to be a storage room piled high with miscellaneous items, with no other way out.

The sound of approaching footsteps behind her grew louder and louder. With no alternatives left, Ji Wei decided to hide inside a cabinet nearby and pulled the door shut behind her.

The moment the door was pushed open, her heart leapt into her throat.

Through the crack in the cabinet door, Ji Wei saw the middle-aged man stick his head in to take a look.

sharp, icy gaze swept around the room before locking

all over. He’s going to find

palms were clammy

cabinet, another voice suddenly called out

paused, his expression puzzled, and asked, "What’s he doing here in the

he needs to discuss with

Family in terms of power. Whatever the reason for Second Young Master Xi’s

in the direction of the cabinet, then took another look around the

the sound of retreating footsteps, Ji Wei finally exhaled a sigh of relief. Her whole body felt weak as

In the living room.

fathom the purpose of Xi Nanfeng’s visit, but when he noticed Gu Moqian’s assistant trailing behind Xi Nanfeng,

of Gu

heart, his expression remained calm and unflappable as he courteously arranged for tea to be served

Xi, what business brings you here so late?" Zhu Ming’an asked with a smile, lifting his teacup and deftly stirring the floating

Nanfeng, with his usual nonchalant attitude, lounged on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a

could I guess at the thoughts

Ming’an took a sip of tea, his skepticism growing