The sound of a man's sobbing voice continued to echo inside An Qing's CEO office disappears over time as silence replaces it.
Yue Ling sat on the couch as Tong Biao remained seated on the opposite couch. She stares at the man, who had stopped crying and couldn't help but feel guilt for his pain.
If she had speed up her plans, would she have stopped the suffering of her employees?
Would she have been able to prevent those snakes from causing any more harm than they already have?
"CEO Han..."
Amid her thoughts, Tong Biao's shaking voice surfaces. She looks at him and is met with a pair of eyes swollen from crying.
She smiles a small sigh at how exhausted Tong Biao looked.
"Mr. Tong, you don't have to be formal with me. Miss Han is fine."
Tong Biao smiles in return, but one can see the pain in his eyes. He looks behind Yue Ling to the empty desk.
