Wen Jiao's heart shattered into powder, and she was too saddened to speak, yet she still mustered the final bit of her strength to nod.
Shen Zhaoli's eyebrows and eyes softened as he held Wen Jiao in his arms, leaving no space between them.
"Then, let's think together, when dad comes back, what should we prepare for him, is that okay?"
"Okay..." Wen Jiao said, "Bian Yue and I will take leave, we will not go to the company during this time."
"Mm, don't worry about the matters at the Wen Group; I will handle them all. During this time, you just need to take good care of dad."
Wen Jiao closed her eyes, her tears dropping onto Shen Zhaoli's neck, warm with a hint of saltiness.
After a very long time, Wen Jiao said, "Zhaoli, actually, letting go is much harder than holding on."
Emotions flickered in Shen Zhaoli's eyes.
He gently patted Wen Jiao's back, eyes filled with touched emotions, and after a while, Shen Zhaoli said, "Jiaojiao, I've always known that."
