As the clock struck seven, Cheng Qingchong returned to Su Zhinian's office to see the man standing motionlessly before the floor-length window, staring out at the city of lights. This kind of Su Zhinian radiated a uniquely sad charm, which stunned Cheng Qingchong for as long as thirty seconds, leaving her standing by the open door.
Su Zhinian did not turn around, but he knew someone was behind him. He waited for about thirty seconds and heard no voice, so he opened his mouth to ask softly, "Yes?"
Cheng Qingchong shivered from shock. She knew the man was not looking at her, but she still hurriedly lowered her gaze and tried her best to sound normal as she said, "CEO Su, you have a dinner meeting at 8 pm. The car is ready; it is time to go."
Su Zhinian did not answer but continued to look out the window. As he made to turn, the phone on his table suddenly rang. Cheng Qingchong immediately took the phone and passed it to Su Zhinian. "CEO Su, your call."
