"Sigh." Gong Shaoying let out a heavy sigh and fell back onto the sofa in deadly silence.
The door swung open again.
Gong Jie entered and saw him sitting in the gloom, looking depressed. "Father," he finally said.
Gong Shaoying nodded. "How is she?"
"She's left. I've asked the driver to send her home."
"You should send her home yourself. Otherwise, I'll be worried."
"But you…"
"You don't have to worry about me." Gong Shaoying waved his hand weakly. "I'll be fine sitting alone for a bit."
Without another word, Gong Jie turned and left. The door shut behind him. However, Gong Shaoying did not notice the figure hiding quietly in the corner of the escalator on the second floor.
