After Assistant Xue left, the office was once again occupied only by Lu Jingchen.
On the desk was a photo frame, and the person in the photo wasn't anyone else, but Song Qiao.
This photo was taken five years ago and had remained on his desk, unmoved.
His distinct fingers lightly stroked the photo on the desk, and his face, initially indifferent to the point of having no emotion, suddenly softened considerably.
No matter how much Song Qiao wanted to leave him, how determined she was to divorce, he would never let go of her hand.
He could silently solve those troubles for her from behind.
While he was staring at Song Qiao's photo in a daze, the phone in the drawer rang. Lu Jingchen immediately snapped back to reality, took the phone out of the drawer, and glanced at the caller ID—it was a call from the villa.
The man subconsciously frowned. Generally, if there was nothing urgent, the aunt wouldn't call, especially not at this time, unless it was something about Lu Wangshu...
