There was worry in his eyes.
……
As Lin Yiqian's car drove further and further away and gradually disappeared from his sight, the man sighed and looked away.
He took out a small cigarette box from the pocket of his suit. It was a box that could only hold thin cigarettes. He opened it, took out a cigarette, and lit it.
He took a deep breath and blew out the smoke.
Then, he strode into the building.
"Director song."
As soon as song Changlin entered the office, he was greeted by his assistant, who was also his chauffeur.
His expression suddenly turned cold. He took out the cigarette in his mouth and said to the driver coldly,""You can go home now."
"Director song, have you gotten off work?" the chauffeur could sense that something was amiss. However, he did not understand what song Changlin meant.
The smile on his face became more and more unnatural.
