"Mr. Zhou, a good horse doesn't return to graze on the same patch of grass, and neither do I."
Qiao En left, and her departure was resolute.
Zhou Jin'an's face darkened instantly.
He swung his fist and punched the elevator wall hard.
He couldn't keep her.
He had said everything he could, done everything he could, but that stubborn woman simply refused to stay.
On the first floor, Cheng Lu waited respectfully by the elevator.
Three elevators, going up and down, yet Zhou Jin'an was nowhere to be seen.
After a long wait, he finally came down.
Cheng Lu barely noticed Zhou Jin'an's grim expression because since Qiao En had left, his face had been constantly cloaked in gloom, to which Cheng Lu had almost become accustomed.
However, he noticed Zhou Jin'an's right hand.
The knuckles were all skinned, and blood was seeping out.
"Director Zhou, your hand."
Cheng Lu gasped.
Zhou Jin'an had punched a bit too hard, but at that moment, he seemed oblivious to the pain.
