When Huangfu Yu saw the message, he couldn't sit still. He stood up and headed out, ignoring the video conference.
But as he reached the door, he suddenly smiled bitterly.
If he went now, wouldn't she be even more upset?
Holding the doorknob, he hesitated and slowly withdrew his hand.
He was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.
Turning back to his seat, he casually said to his subordinates in the video conference, "Something's come up, we'll meet next time."
After speaking, he directly shut off the video conference.
Running his hand through his hair in frustration, he picked up his phone again.
Should he send a message?
He wondered if she had ruthlessly blocked his number.
But regardless, this was the only thing he could do right now.
[Shiyi, no matter what, don't cry, don't be sad. Live happily.]
[With you happy, I feel happy too. I believe Grandfather Jiang would feel the same.]
