The elevator was extremely quiet, the metallic walls reflecting the man's distinguished, sparse features. Xu Zhou glanced over unintentionally, not daring to linger, and retracted his gaze the next second, receiving the sir's instruction, "Go to the apartment."
Xu Zhou nodded.
Early in the morning, the young girl had packed up her things and moved out of Xiangyue Mansion.
The emotions this time were quite intense, no one knew what had happened between the two last night.
Checking the time, only three hours remained before the return to Hong Kong.
He hoped for a reconciliation, because in the following days, sir's schedule was packed, immediately followed by a flight to New York, where weighty official business couldn't afford a moment's delay.
Fifteen minutes later, the car arrived downstairs of the apartment building.
Chen Jingyuan took out his phone to make a call, it rang twice, then, thinking of something, he cut it off.
He lifted his chin to signal Xu Zhou, "You call."
