Anything related to further interrogations isn't under Yu Minglang's control; he needs to wrap up the meeting quickly so he can chase after his wife. He fears she might run off with her luggage if he gets there late...
At this moment, Yu Minglang's mind is filled with the image of Qian dragging her suitcase and moving away, coupled with her indifferent expression. She might never sweetly call him hubby or Xiaoqiang again... Let alone those pet names, she probably won't even call him "Yu Minglang" in anger.
It's heartbreaking just thinking about it.
Yu Minglang keeps up a heavy and somber atmosphere, while the person hosting the meeting breaks into a cold sweat from his chilly demeanor and offers an apologetic explanation.
"This is a directive from above, initially a verbal notice; the formal written document will arrive shortly. We're instructed to comply for now."
