He hung up and dialed his chauffeur's number and said, "I'm ready to leave now."
He marched across the room.
He opened the door and as usual, the first thing he looked at was Xuxu's desk.
Judging from how clean and tidy her desk was, she had already left.
Xuxu often times stayed longer in the office than him, but today was different, it was as if the tables have turned.
Every time he would step out of his office, he would briefly glance at Xuxu as she worked quietly in her desk, and somehow it had become his daily habit.
But this time, since Xuxu was already out and about, his heart felt like there was a gaping hole in it—something was really missing.
…
"President Yan, Young Madam's car had a collision with another car this morning."
Yan Rusheng had barely taken his seat when his chauffeur spilled the information about Xuxu. He turned to the man, feeling all anxious as he fastened his seatbelt. "How was she?"
