Ye Rui sat on the floor, sobbing until her voice was hoarse, her pleas so fervent that even the bodyguards beside her couldn't help but be moved.
When Leng Shaoqing found out about her escape, he flipped a table, vowing to make her pay for her foolishness. But seeing her kneeling before him, begging like this, his heart finally softened. Moreover, he didn't want to see her this way; it made his chest feel as if there was a heavy stone on it, causing him great discomfort.
Eventually, Leng Shaoqing tossed his tablet to a bodyguard and got up, throwing out an order: "Let her go."
"Yes, Mr. Leng."
The room instantly returned to silence. Ye Rui still sat on the cold floor; it seemed her tears had run dry. She stared blankly at the brown floor, not because it didn't hurt, but because she was numb from the pain.
