When Chairman Xia saw him like this, the anger that was originally surging to his head was slightly suppressed:
"Xingxing, I've been knocking on the door for so long. Why didn't you open it while you were home?"
Despite suppressing his anger, Chairman Xia's tone was stern and filled with a sense of reprimand when he spoke to the young man inside the house.
Ning Youguang stood silently behind Chairman Xia, observing the young man inside the house.
At a glance, he was taken aback by the immense sorrow enveloping the young man's entire being.
"Uncle." After a long while, the young man raised his head, looking at his stern-faced uncle, half-opened eyes, and said in a dreary tone, "I'm sorry, I... maybe I'm not in a good state right now."
When he said this, the young man's voice was choked with emotion, as if he were on the verge of breaking down.
...
After leaving the villa area, Ning Youguang sat quietly in Chairman Xia's car.
