Li Xiaoxiao ultimately couldn't provide an answer.
Watching Wen Nuan walk into the dormitory with a forlorn expression, seeing that usually strong and independent back look frail and thin, Li Xiaoxiao felt a sour sting in her eyes.
In the Executive Vice President's Office on the 116th floor of Fu Group, Fu Mingyu was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window smoking.
Despite the dazzling lights outside the window, Fu Mingyu felt a bit disheartened inside.
Having lived through lavish nights before, the past few years of quietness hadn't seemed bad, but over the past few days, he's been somewhat afraid to go home.
After dropping off Wen Nuan last night, upon pushing open the door, the smell of activating oil hit him, and after a brief adjustment, he felt inexplicably empty inside.
This morning, waking up with the same feeling.
Such a feeling, over the past decade or so, only appeared after bouts of hangover, but at those times, it was more about emptiness.
