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The office door closed, revealing Ye Sihan seated on the sofa, his imposing presence profound, his face betraying no emotion.
Yet the atmosphere seemed very abnormal, oppressive.
Alertness arose in Tang Yu's heart, as she cautiously glanced at Ye Sihan, "Why did Zhou Qinghua come here to find you? What did he tell you?"
Ye Sihan's black eyes were frigid and devoid of sentiment as he stared at her, silent.
The oppressive feeling of the silence was truly unnerving.
"What... what's wrong?"
Ye Sihan stood up and walked toward the office door, "Dinner."
Tang Yu followed Ye Sihan from the office to the Rolls-Royce, uneasily trailing behind him.
Inside the sealed car cabin, the pressure was still low, and Tang Yu felt as though she was about to suffocate.
This wasn't like going to dinner; it felt more like heading toward the execution grounds.
Ye Sihan, from beginning to end, was looking out the car window, never giving Tang Yu a proper glance.