The man at the desk, silent for a long time, finally spoke. His voice was very soft, as if speaking to himself. "No longer returning back, she wouldn't be there if I do… it's not home anymore..."
Zhang Te didn't catch his words. "Huh?" he asked, and after a pause, asked again, "President Han, what did you just say?"
Han Jingnian fell silent again. After a while, Jingnian looked up at Zhang Te, "It's nothing, you can go out first."
Zhang Te hesitated, noticing something was off. However, seeing Han Jingnian's insistence, he eventually left the office.
In the large office, only Han Jingnian was left. He stared blankly at his computer screen, seeming to be in a daze. His face was pale against his dark eyes, which looked somewhat lifeless.
At eight o'clock, Zhang Te entered the office with some breakfast, pushing the door open to Han Jingnian's office.
"President Han, we have a morning meeting later. You should have something to eat."
