Downstairs at Wen's house, Fu Mingyu sat in the car, looking at the window above through which he couldn't see anything, feeling indescribably down.
When the phone rang, he took out his phone to call Wen Nuan, hearing the shutdown message from the other side, Fu Mingyu couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
In the next moment, the phone rang again.
"President Fu, you should head to the airport now. It's a four-thirty flight, if you don't leave now you won't make it..."
On the other end, Fu Mingyu's secretary softly reminded him.
"Got it, I'm heading back now."
Saying coldly, Fu Mingyu hung up the phone, looked painfully at that window one last time, then started the car and turned to leave.
