The door swung open, and without even glancing ahead, he couldn't wait to shout, "Chuxia—"
However, as soon as his words fell, Xiao Zhao's figure slowly came into view. Shi Che was like someone who had been hit by a stun spell, frozen in place, the faint light in his eyes instantly extinguished, as dark as spilled ink.
Seeing Shi Che like this, Xiao Zhao was startled. For the past few days, he had been trying to call Shi Che, but Shi Che hadn't answered, which had made him feel uneasy. Thus, when he was unable to reach Shi Che for today's video conference, Xiao Zhao bought a plane ticket without a second thought and rushed over.
Now, it seemed his unease was justified. There seemed indeed to be new troubles between President Shi and Miss Chuxia.
Extreme worry tinted Xiao Zhao's gaze, and his voice carried a hint of urgency, "President Shi, are you alright?"
