"It's true, all of it is true." Uncle Tang's tears wouldn't stop at all, crying fiercely, not because Xiao Yebai was lost, but because of Xiao Jianming's current mental state, "That night, Chairman, we all told you, and you said it was nothing, then you went to sleep. In the end, none of us knew that you deliberately forgot about this matter, and then—"
Xiao Jianming's five fingers started clutching the fabric over his chest, gripping tightly.
Gu Nuan's words before leaving the room: You'll pay for this—
With a thud, he collapsed onto the large desk.
"Chairman, Chairman—" Uncle Tang called out, summoning the standby family doctor.
Bending down to check on Xiao Jianming's breathing, it seemed as if he heard the final breath laden with a single word: Ruzhen—
When Gu Nuan walked out of the villa, the road outside was naturally pitch dark apart from the streetlights.
The autumn wind blew fiercely, passing through the near-empty void in her heart.
