Ye Ranran chuckled self-deprecatingly from a distance and saw Fu Rong standing amidst the crowd.
He looked like a king high above, pointing at the mountains and rivers, gesturing with ease and assertion.
Something stirred in Ye Ranran's heart, a hidden thought crawled out from the dark corners, like vines, climbing until it wrapped around her heart.
She thought, before transferring departments, she must complete this task.
Let it be the tribute to this unrequited love that ended without a sound.
As she approached, Ye Ranran finally heard clearly what Fu Rong was arranging for after the President's departure.
Tomorrow, arrange for the hearse to be sent to the crematorium. Set up a mourning hall in the crematorium, where it will be displayed for three days for everyone to pay their respects.
Meanwhile, those responsible are contacting the crematorium, arranging the hearse.
Simultaneously announcing the preparation of the election conference.
