Qiao Zhaoyue stared at the car window glass for a long time before finally withdrawing her gaze and pressing down on the accelerator to leave.
The car merged into the traffic and gradually disappeared from view.
Fu Yuxiu stood on the roadside waiting for the traffic light, the cold and distant face of Qiao Zhaoyue that he had just seen flashing through his mind, feeling a suffocating blockage in his heart. He smoked irritably until the smoke enveloped his entire field of vision.
He threw away the cigarette butt and took out his phone to dial his assistant's number.
"Hello, President Fu, how are you, what can I do for you?"
Fu Yuxiu was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Help me book a flight for eight o'clock tomorrow evening."
"President Fu, are you going on a business trip?" the assistant asked in surprise.
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"No, no problem, I'll book it right away, but we need to make a reservation in advance."
