"Come to me when you've thought it through,"
Wang Rui grasped her wrist, said his piece, and turned to leave.
Ruxiang watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but shout, "Wang Rui, you're such a coward."
Wang Rui paused. A coward, huh?
——
In the presidential suite of the hotel, Zhuo Jian's phone also began to ring.
The Station Head called her mobile phone, she glanced at the number, and then set the phone back down.
Whether to take this call, and how to handle it, required careful consideration.
She couldn't let herself be deceived and manipulated again and again like some naive simpleton.
Just as she decided to answer, the person sleeping beside her suddenly made a sound, grabbed the phone and pushed it behind her back, pressing a button and silencing it, saying, "Don't take any calls this morning."
Zhuo Jian turned to glance at him. Fu Yanye didn't look at her, but suddenly got up from the bed.
