"You're busy, so I'll take my leave."
Leaving behind just that light remark, Luo Yanqing turned and walked towards the office door.
He's impervious to advice!
Old Song took a moment to adjust his breathing to avoid getting agitated by the young man he had always thought highly of.
...
The next day.
Around half past ten in the morning, Old Song was sitting in his office dealing with the work at hand when the phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, who's this?"
Old Song put down the document he was holding, picked up the receiver, and the next moment, his eyes widened in shock, "What did you say? Little Luo hasn't returned to the compound? Are you certain?
Alright, I understand... Well then, how about you take Ruirui and the others to the train station to pick her up? Yes, that's the only option, even if I rush over from here, there won't be enough time.
