Lu jueming's suspicion

Gong Zixin was sighing to himself downstairs, while Lu jueming was sitting alone at the desk in the study upstairs.

There were many documents in front of him. He flipped through them page by page, but in the end, he didn't read a single word.

His face was tense, and the low pressure around him spread.

He felt as if his heart was being bitten by thousands of insects, and his body trembled in pain.

The person he missed so much was about to accept someone else's confession. What should he do? take the initiative and stop it from happening?

Or wait passively?

He was someone who was used to taking the initiative, but what should he do now?

He opened the drawer and took out a large stack of documents.

There was a picture on the first page of the front page. It was Lin Yi.

He hadn't really looked at it since he got it.

In fact, he realized that it was only fun to get to know someone by himself.