The tickets had already been booked; Zhang Ziwen took the tickets with a gloomy and wistful heart, feeling utterly suffocated. He didn't understand why she had to do this—was it because of the child growing inside Li Sisi? Without leaving any time for explanations, she had hastily distanced herself from him. Ah, the tormenting Tang Ying, after this separation, he didn't know when he would be able to see her again. Zhang Ziwen sighed deeply.
The female secretary had a very clear view of Zhang Ziwen's despondent expression. A flicker of sympathy, helplessness, and regret passed through her eyes—a complex look, but it was fleeting and almost undetectable. Zhang Ziwen, preoccupied with his own troubles, paid even less attention to the secretary's inappropriate gaze.
