When Young Master Ming took a break from his hectic schedule, he saw some news articles pertaining to Su Yue, and his mood went downhill.
He couldn't put his mind at ease.
Depressed, he took two clouds of smoke from the cigarette between his fingers. He held it, staring at the ceiling as he leaned against his comfortable chair.
His secretary knocked on the door and entered. "President, the planning department just sent in their report," he said, placing a file before him.
"Mm." Ming Ansheng snapped out of his daze and acknowledged. Then he looked down at the cigarette between his fingers, which had already burnt till the bud.
He hurriedly disposed of it, standing up with his empty mug to get himself some water from outside.
His secretary immediately offered, "President, let me get that for you."
"No need," Ming Ansheng replied, already stepping out of his office.
