Meanwhile.
Under the night sky, in the spacious office, Li Zimo had no heart for work and seemed deep in thought.
It had been a long time, just how many days later should he ask her to come over?
At this moment, suddenly a knock on the door sounded.
Li Zimo spoke in a deep, indifferent voice, "Come in."
The door to the office was quickly opened, and the male assistant who had always been running errands for him hurried in, closed the door, and said softly, "President Li, Miss Lin just came to the company downstairs, but after standing for a few seconds, she went to the adjacent commercial street and seemed to be buying clothes."
"Is that all the trivial matters?" Li Zimo asked calmly.
The male assistant nodded, "Yes."
"Didn't you keep following her to where she lives? Didn't she go back?" Li Zimo asked again.
