Sincerity Is Just Next to Misery (6)

It was then that Su Zhinian realized he had said too much. He shut his mouth immediately.

His face, covered with weariness, looked at a street lamp faraway. It was after some time that he said, "You can go home."

Then, he stepped into the revolving door.

His back was straight, but Cheng Qingchong could see the loneliness that weighed down on her boss. She knew he was unhappy, and her heart wrenched with pain. Her hand that gripped the car handle unconsciously tightened.

…

Su Zhinian had no idea how long he spent sitting at his office chair before he moved his hand to press at the stomach that was rumbling with pain from too much alcohol. Then, his gaze slowly fell on the present beside him.