Xia Ying never thought that the person who was going to buy her hotel would actually be her ex-husband Yang Xichen.
The moment she saw Yang Xichen, Xia Ying uncontrollably took two steps back, the documents in her hands fell to the ground, scattering everywhere.
For a moment, everyone in the meeting room focused their gazes on Xia Ying.
Just as she was about to escape, Yang Xichen's voice was like a death god's sentence, locking her in place.
"Ms. Xia, we can talk about the purchase."
The clear and cold voice was like a sharp knife that slashed at Xia Ying's heart.
The current her only thought was to quickly escape from this place, escape from this place with Yang Xichen.