"Okay, I agree," Sun Dasheng said.
"Thank you!" Wu Xiaoli said sincerely.
"Do we need to be so polite with each other?" Sun Dasheng laughed.
"To you, it might be less than the cost of a car, but for me, it's a moral shackle that has bound me for so many years," she said, her voice gradually growing somber.
A comforting hand drew her into an embrace, gently stroking her hair.
"It's all in the past!"
"Yes, it's all passed," she echoed, a smile blooming on her face again.
After Wu Xiaoli left, Sun Dasheng returned to the company. He began to work through a pile of documents, especially those requiring his signature. Not long after, there was a knock on his office door.
"Come in!"
