The Heart Aches More
Editor: Atlas Studios
Xirong Ziye couldn't sleep even late at night. His eyes shone brightly, as though full of hope. They were no longer dark and lifeless.
He would really treat Yaoyao much better.
He patted the sofa beside him and instructed his subordinate to sit down.
The subordinate didn't dare to sit. Who would dare to sit with the president? That person would really be asking for it. "President, what do you wish to ask me? If I know the answer, I will tell you. I don't need to sit."
After learning about Bai Yaoyao's news, Xirong Ziye's mood had lifted. He said, "Don't worry, just sit. I won't blame you. Besides, there's no one around."
"I know that it is inappropriate. I will just talk to you standing up." He'd feel out of place if he sat down with the president.
"I order you to sit down."
"Yes!"
Xirong Ziye elegantly poured a cup of tea for his subordinate and said, "Have some tea."