Zhang Ze, upon hearing the words, his face turned to annoyance. He stood up abruptly from the chair, his voice laden with anger, "Liang Senye! You couldn't possibly be unaware of what kind of person Sun Qian is!"
However, his anger did not make the departing man stop in his tracks. He left without looking back, his gaze cold and dim.
Zhang Ze took a deep breath and reseated himself in the chair.
The assistant hurried over upon hearing the commotion and saw Zhang Ze sitting on his chair, looking defeated, and asked cautiously.
"Mr. Zhang, is there…"
"Out."
Zhang Ze's voice was icy. He pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it, swiveled his office chair, and gazed at the skyscrapers outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The dignified and beautiful face flashed in his mind, and suddenly, he felt a headache coming on.
The thing he regretted most in his life was not agreeing when Sun Qian asked to marry him back then.
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