"Wenxue, about my proposal yesterday, I wonder if you've given it any thought," Song Ziwen smiled warmly.
Xia Wenxue shook her head, "Ziwen, you chose to leave back then. I don't want to talk about your mistakes, and we can't return to what we were. I'm doing fine now."
Song Ziwen's expression stiffened, "Wenxue, is it because of that Ren Feng?"
Xia Wenxue looked a bit confused, but soon her gaze became resolute.
"If you need a reason, you can consider him as one."
Song Ziwen was silent for a moment, still somewhat unwilling, he said, "Wenxue, what about your company?"
"The purpose of my company is not to make money, but to fulfill my own wish," Xia Wenxue said, "So even without the help of MAC and other groups, I can still manage."
"Let the past be in the past." Xia Wenxue said softly, then turned to leave.
But suddenly, Song Ziwen grabbed Xia Wenxue's shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Xia Wenxue frowned slightly.
