Su Ge walked over to his side.
"I've called Grandpa already." Her voice was so soft, almost softer than the wind outside the window.
In response, there was endless silence.
The man's eyebrows and eyes were slightly drooping, and in his cold phoenix eyes, a faint hint of distant sorrow could be glimpsed.
Su Ge opened her mouth, wanting to say something else.
But this time, no sound came out.
She quietly watched the man, feeling that the person before her was no longer the unapproachable, distinguished, and revered Chairman, but a lonely, helpless, abandoned child.
Her eyelashes gently fluttered a few times, and she finally could not bear it, reaching out her hand and gently bringing the man into her embrace.
The man still had no reaction; he just leaned into her, going with the motion.
"Yihan." Su Ge rested her chin on the top of the man's head, her voice as tender as water, "You still have me, you still have me."
