Bai Chuwei made her way around Duan Feihan's bedroom and noticed that the bed was neatly made, with no signs of anyone having slept in it.
Couldn't he have genuinely lost his mind?
Bai Chuwei faintly heard a noise and followed it to the door of his study, where a soft, warm yellow light shone through the crack.
Bai Chuwei could see clearly through the thick wooden door, Duan Feihan sat at his desk, earnestly working on company documents.
Qi Mo, well done!
See, this is Duan Feihan's villain persona.
So what if he's heartbroken? Is work more important? Is money more important? Heartbreak won't stop a villain from making money!
That's right, Hanhan, continue to maintain your persona as a cold, desireless workaholic! Don't let it crumble.
Bai Chuwei almost clapped her hands in satisfaction.
"If you came specifically to see me, there's no need to peek. Just come in," the man's voice was calm and suddenly rang out in the night.
