Lu Yanhe was unmoved by her initiative.
He just glanced disdainfully at her unblemished hand, letting it hover in the air without a response.
He then turned around, his cold demeanor enough to make one's heart ache, "I have business to attend to, Miss Su, until we meet again."
"Until we meet again." Su Jia's tone was noticeably mixed with some cheerfulness, but her right hand, frozen in mid-air, gradually lost its warmth.
She withdrew her hand and smiled self-deprecatingly, business?
What business could it be?
Is it something to do with another woman?
Su Jia hurried out of the ward, choosing not to take the elevator but to descend the stairs step by step.
Somehow, she had come to enjoy this grounded feeling.
After descending, she took out her phone and called the financial assistant.
She calmly issued an order, "At eight tomorrow morning, inform all major media of the crimes collected on Chen Guangyuan..."
...
Nightfall.
