From the side, Liu Fan couldn't help the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. Hand-selected was true but he also knew that half of those sleepless nights had nothing to do with gems, and everything to do with forging that ring hidden in Yanchen's right pocket.
Ji Moyi's soft laugh came from the doorway; she had followed after them quietly. "You still remember your mother.." she said warmly, stepping inside. "Good. At least something hasn't changed about you."
"Of course, Mother. How could I forget about you.." Yanchen replied, bowing his head. But already his fingers itched, his chest tight. Every second here was another second lost with Mianmian.
Lu Shuren studied his son's restless stance, the taut line of his jaw. He drummed his fingers against the desk once. "You've done well, Yanchen. But business does not end with a report. You will remain here until I have reviewed the contracts and confirmed the shipments. Understood?"
