Yang Xueying seemed to sense Pei Jingchuan's anxiety and said softly,
"Yuzhu is undergoing surgery right now. Boss Pei, I believe what she needs the most right now is your explanation and comfort."
Pei Jingchuan hurriedly thanked Yang Xueying and quickly headed towards Jiang Yuzhu's office.
A deep sense of self-blame surged in his heart as his carelessness had led her into a misunderstanding.
Upon opening the office door, the room was serene. Sunlight shone through the window onto the familiar desk, everything remained the same, except for the absence of Jiang Yuzhu.
Pei Jingchuan's brow furrowed even harder, his anxiety swirling like stormy waves.
He chose to wait there, sitting silently on her chair, his eyes revealing a hint of complexity.
Two hours later, Jiang Yuzhu hurried back to the office. As soon as she entered, she saw Pei Jingchuan sitting on her chair, looking complex.