Lu Yanhe was slightly taken aback, then instinctively glanced at the blank photo frame on the desk.
"Let her in."
He tightened his grip on the pen, as if trying to snap it in half.
The secretary withdrew, and moments later, Su Jia pushed the door open and entered.
As she walked in, she noticed Lu Yanhe staring at the blank photo frame, lost in thought.
His brows were furrowed, as if he was pondering something very complex.
Su Jia looked at the pen in his right hand, and upon seeing clearly, she paused, somewhat surprised.
That pen was a gift she had personally selected for him back in the day.
She gathered her thoughts and looked at the man deep in thought inside, lifting her hand to symbolically knock on the door.
But Lu Yanhe didn't speak, nor did he lift his head to look at her.
Su Jia was not reserved; she directly strode in.
She was dressed in a business suit, with her long black hair tied up, presenting a formal professional appearance.
