Sometimes, he felt that he would rather not be the president.
It's lonely at the top. It's been so many years since she left, and he's never felt happy or blessed.
He raised his head and looked at the wide and empty surroundings.
He had never felt so lonely before.
Old Mr. Wen waited for a long time, but no one came down.
Even that seventh uncle was nowhere to be seen.
His face darkened as he turned to look at Bai huien.
"Go up and take a look, don't let my grandson run away, Yingluo!"
yes, master! Bai huien nodded her head respectfully as she suppressed the disappointment in her eyes.
Then, she stood up gracefully and walked up the stairs with elegant steps.
When she reached the door of the study, she looked inside through the gap of the slightly opened door.
She saw the man inside, sitting there in a daze with a dejected expression.
Her heart ached.
She bit her lip and pushed the door open.
