A strong sense of grievance occupied Shi Qian's heart. Her eyes immediately moistened. She immediately closed her eyes, and tears still welled up uncontrollably.
Drops of hot tears fell on the back of Fu Sinian's hand, and his heart immediately burned.
But he didn't want to let go.
The elevator door opened. Fu Sinian slowly let go and leaned against the side of the elevator.
Shi Qian was in a dilemma.
After going out of the elevator, she would find Fu Sinian's residence. She braced herself in the elevator. She had to stay with Fu Sinian again.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to look at Fu Sinian.
The cold white light of the elevator shone on his face, making him look cold.
This was the cold she had experienced. It was bone-chilling.
He didn't open his eyes. She wondered if he was sober or if he wasn't sober at all.
"President Fu, you're here," Shi Qian reminded him calmly.
