Jiang Sifan's fingers tightened slightly.
His heartbeat quickened, and his mind was buzzing.
Just him and Silu.
No one else.
No wonder he had said the company's businesses would be handed over to him to manage in the future.
He was suddenly in a daze.
He thought of that room, those autographed sneakers, that basketball hoop.
He remembered Sister Jiali, and all the help he'd received behind the scenes.
He remembered the cautious hope in Lu Fan's eyes every time he looked at him.
The car stopped.
Chen He looked back at him. "Young Master, we've arrived."
Jiang Sifan snapped out of his daze, pushed the car door open, and got out.
He stood by the car and thanked Chen He. "Thank you, Uncle Chen."
Chen He replied, "You're welcome. Get some rest, Young Master."
The car drove away.
Jiang Sifan stood on the roadside, watching the taillights disappear into the night.
He stood there for a good while before turning and walking toward the studio.
