Gu Qian heard the sound of the door opening and closing, puzzled, wondering why he suddenly got up and left when the atmosphere had been perfectly fine just a moment ago. Did she say something wrong?
Mo Beichen left, and Gu Qian looked at a table full of delicious food but no longer had any appetite.
Maybe she was too naive, thinking she could get back what was lost, but how could something lost still wait for her where it was? She had considered herself too important.
Feeling very discouraged, she put down her bowl, leaned over to gather the takeout containers on the table, and then left with the items in her hand, feeling downcast.
Mo Beichen strode out of the office into a small conference room. His restrained and suppressed emotions rushed out tumultuously, and he could no longer hold back, looking like someone possessed, with eyes completely red.
