Downstairs.
Mu Shaochen's tall figure paused at the doorway for a few seconds.
His hands by his sides clenched and then relaxed, and his stiff body momentarily loosened. He stepped forward and walked out of the hall.
On the way to the company, he felt the low pressure inside the car; Lei Dong thought Mu Shaochen was still angry about his earlier comment about carrying Miss Qin inside.
He hesitated a few times but decided to explain further.
He awkwardly started, "Sir, the ring on your finger was given to you by Miss Qin. She made a pair, and she kept the other one."
"I know," Mu Shaochen responded indifferently with a glance at him.
He lowered his gaze, looking at the ring on his finger.
The design was understated, yet Wanwan had expressed her love in this ring.
His Wanwan, had finally stopped resisting him.
She was finally willing to be with him.
A shadow crossed the depths of his eyes as his thin lips pressed tightly together.
