He Qimo chuckled softly and nodded, "Okay."
His response inadvertently let a trace of darkness pass through He Xiaoqi's eyes.
But the next moment, as He Qimo turned and spoke, He Xiaoqi's face instantly turned pale.
"As long as it's not company's new documents, that's fine. It's about the internet new business, losing tens of billions would be disastrous."
...
Jinyue Zijing Mansion.
He Qimo's departure left Gu Zixuan utterly desolate. Perhaps, for a successful man, a decade of affection meant little, but for a woman, it was all her youth.
Should she leave? When this question once again lingered in her mind.
She found that, stripping away all external factors, deep down, thinking of his past tenderness, there was still a trace of heartache and unwillingness.
The phone by her side vibrated once; she didn't bother to check.
She started to immerse herself in work.
