If no one brought it up, it might have been fine, but as soon as Secretary Su mentioned it, the man who had been resting with closed eyes suddenly opened them.
Those pitch-black eyes seemed even colder than the bitter winter outside the car, an invisible pressure abruptly expanding.
Secretary Su, holding the steering wheel, trembled, "Not... not signed?"
"She said that would spoil her to death," Yu Yanshen's voice was deep and gloomy. His gaze fell on some point outside the car window, making his entire demeanor seem somewhat off.
Secretary Su looked at him, feeling his mood was very low.
And was that—an indescribable loneliness?
The word 'loneliness' applied to this man, whom everyone envied, didn't seem out of place.
Having followed President Yu for so many years, Secretary Su knew well that he wasn't as glamorous as others perceived him to be.