That person that he had thought she loved, that he thought was a person that suited her more... In the end, it was himself.
There were so many flaws, so many hints…
Why did he only realize it now?
The man sat on a wooden chair nearby with his head down and he did not move at all. Lu Jingli did not disturb him and walked away to let him be alone for a while.
After some time, the man stared at the recorder pen blankly, then he took out his phone and made a phone call in his hoarse voice, "Hello, Ms. Ling. Please help me prepare Ning Xi's signature. I'll get my assistant to get it from you later."
He then made another call. "Go to my office right now and get something for me. In the last desk... and…"
Lu Jingli watched the man make a few calls as he just sat there quietly.
…
Inside Ning Xi's room, the atmosphere was unbelievably heavy.
