At that moment, Chu Yi was reading the document sent back by his subordinate. Hearing this news, Chu Yi instantly tightened his grip on the fountain pen in his hand. His face darkened. "Ignore her."
"Yes."
After the subordinate left, Chu Yi was no longer in the mood to read the documents. He threw the pen in his hand aside and stood up to walk to Su Yao's room.
Su Yao had been here for a long time, but this was the first time Chu Yi had stepped into her room.
Unlike Su Yao's elegance, her bedroom decorations were a little enthusiastic. There were a few fiery red roses on the bedside table. The details of the entire room made Chu Yi feel an obvious sense of familiarity.
Seeing a pair of glasses by Su Yao's bed, Chu Yi's eyes changed slightly. He walked over and picked up the glasses.
It was a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that Chu Yi had worn when he went to China.
Rubbing this pair of clearly well-guarded glasses, Chu Yi's eyes were dark.