Yang Chuan noticed something was amiss with Song Ya.
He walked over with an umbrella, asking with concern, "Wife, what's really wrong with you?"
"Cui Zhenhua still refuses to recommend you to the higher-ups?"
Song Ya pushed away the umbrella in Yang Chuan's hand.
Crying in a downpour at least made sure no one would notice.
Others would only think the water on her face was rain.
She had grown up so much.
At a young age, she had taken the second-highest position at Tianhai.
Soon, she would take the top spot at Tianhai; she was used to storms and turmoil.
But this was the first time she had cried over a man.
She had been with Yang Chuan for many years and never shed a tear for him.
For Song Ya, born into a wealthy family,
the family education was strict.
From a young age, she was told that crying was the most incapable expression.
Therefore, Song Ya had always been strong.
Ye Tian's silent sacrifices for her made her lose control of her emotions.
