Gong Beiming didn't wait until the end of the workday before he got up to leave early.
"I have something to take care of first, I'll send Shi Tou to pick you up later!"
His tall figure approached her, his fingers tenderly scraped the tip of her nose, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and then he turned around.
She stood in place, watching his tall silhouette gradually fade away, a heavy shadow slowly engulfing him.
As the president of DI Group, standing at the pinnacle of the corporate mountains, he was admired by thousands, but he must have been under tremendous pressure. He was excellent, proud, but equally lonely.
How she wished to enter his heart, to become the woman standing shoulder to shoulder with him at the pinnacle, to face challenges with him, advancing and retreating together, so he wouldn't be lonely anymore.
As she left the company,
she noted how several mid-level managers, like Lau Ping, were still closely united around Qiao An.