"I'm worried things are getting serious, and right now, only you, Mrs., can persuade President Yu."
Qin Sen held a cell phone in one hand and placed the other on the steering wheel, paused, and then continued:
"Mrs., if you're willing, I can come pick you up right now."
He thought Lu Fengxuan would stop Yu Chiyin, however, after waiting a while, he only heard Lu Fengxuan's soft reply:
"When he left, I knew what he was going to do. I didn't stop him before, and now I won't stop him either. I believe he will have a sense of measure."
She had already made her choice.
If she went to stop Yu Chiyin now, it would be like stabbing a knife directly into his heart.
Qin Sen caught her implication and said anxiously, "But Mrs. ..."
"It's getting late. You should head back early, Mr. Qin, and rest."
Lu Fengxuan interrupted him, and after speaking, she hung up the phone first.
