Evenings in the early spring were very cold. Seeing as He Jichen was just wearing a thin shirt, Chen Bai ran out after him in a hurry with a jacket.
He Jichen was already in the elevator and had pressed the button to close the doors when Chen Bai reached the office door.
"Mr. He..." Chen Bai quickly raised his voice and walked faster, but he only managed to call out He Jichen's name when the elevator doors closed.
As long as there's a shred of hope, I should try, right?
So I have to find her and explain things clearly. Even if she gets mad or angry, what's there to be afraid of?
It's better than her thinking I have a wife, making it so there's no chance of us being together romantically, right?
With that thought, He Jichen's fingers clutching the marriage certificates started to tremble with anxiety and agitation.