Zuo Xingyun's footsteps did not pause, "Leave your resignation letter on my desk, I'll sign it when I get back."
The icy tone and decisive figure left Xun Lu in a daze for a long time, unable to regain her composure, her elaborate makeup failing to hide her pale complexion.
She had thought that Zuo Xingyun would hesitate for a moment, but she never expected that when it came to choosing between her and Xiang Wan, he would decide so abruptly.
For a moment, she doubted whether Zuo Xingyun was the same boy who once risked his life to save her—if he was, why could he be so indifferent to more than twenty years of affection between them?
She once believed she was the one who knew him best, the one closest to his heart, but now it seemed, that was all there was to it.
After leaving the company, Zuo Xingyun got into his car, started the engine, and called Achen.
No one answered for a long time, which was not surprising—if Achen were fine, Xiang Wan would not have been taken away.