Ji Ming stood outside the office for a while before knocking and entering. The office door was open, and he saw Song Baiyan standing by the window with his hands clasped behind his back.
On the long coffee table in the sitting area, there were used tea sets.
Ji Ming approached, and beyond the window was the rose garden. His gaze swept over the roses to fix on the black wrought iron gates of Tan Palace.
Although at a distance, Ji Ming's eyesight was good, and he could see Han Jifeng's retreating figure.
Suddenly, he heard Mr. Song's voice, "I am a few years older than him, and when I think about it carefully, it seems like an empty victory."
When Han Jifeng got up to take his leave, there was something off in his demeanor. Song Baiyan wasn't oblivious to it.
