"Really?"
Shang Pinhao slightly lowered his deep gaze, a faint, contemplative curve forming at the corner of his lips.
The current state of emotions between him and the woman he loved had completely entered a stalemate. If he didn't make an effort to change, or try a different way of being with her, it seemed that making progress would be truly difficult.
After chatting with a few friends for a while, they finally dispersed.
After waiting for a moment, Shang Pinhao's slender fingers closed the WeChat interface. He picked up the coffee the housekeeper had brought earlier, took a light sip, then stood up from the bed. With long strides, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, thinking deeply for a while before finally nodding firmly.
He gently placed the coffee cup onto the table, then opened the door. The man headed to the master bedroom.
