This Is a Choice Question About Profit and Human Nature
The car smoothly headed toward the Huo Residence. The orange glow of the setting sun cast a warm tint across the landscape. The melodic piano music filled every corner of the car, echoing gently. The tires hummed as they embraced the road, accompanied by the chilly wind.
However, there was one thing missing – the sound of people talking.
In the driver's seat, Zhou Yan, with his back straight, watched the two individuals in the rearview mirror who remained silent the entire journey, and his brows gradually furrowed.
After all, Huo Qing'ang had personally taken out the red cotton pants as if they were a treasure to share with his wife. Did he not understand that this was a sign of their deepening bond?
But what had gone wrong?
Zhou Yan couldn't figure it out.
In an attempt to break the silence, he mentioned the upcoming work schedule. "Huo CEO, I've sent you next week's work schedule by email. There are no arrangements for Friday as it's the anniversary of Mrs. Huo's passing."