Wan Sui saw that Su Miaomiao was seething with anger, so she didn't dare say much.
She obediently followed her downstairs to eat, and halfway there, they bumped into Zhuo Hang.
However, he wasn't joining them for the meal, but rather, he was carrying his suitcase, ready to check out.
"You're leaving just like that? Didn't you say you wanted to celebrate the New Year here?"
Wan Sui asked curiously, glancing at Zhuo Hang.
Zhuo Hang gritted his teeth, clearly not wanting to return to China.
"No choice, the company and the old man are both calling me back. If I don't return now, I might lose both my job and the family business."
"Hmph, old men are truly scheming."
He had always been used to living freely and would hardly return home even once a year; his family didn't even seem to look for him.
As for the company, they never meddled in his personal affairs as long as he didn't cross the line.
