"Third Young Master, you should rest a bit. If Miss Wen comes back and sees you like this, she'll feel distressed."
Jun Moyan paused slightly in his typing, then stopped altogether.
Qing Yi thought Jun Moyan had listened to him, but didn't expect:
"Get out."
These two words came out of Jun Moyan's mouth, his tone firm and cold, not giving Qing Yi a chance to refuse.
"Third Young Master..."
"Don't make me say it again."
From beginning to end, his gaze remained fixed on the screen, as if in his world, only work existed.
Qing Yi, with no choice, had to leave the office.
"Bang."
The office door was closed by Qing Yi with just the right amount of force.
The hands of Jun Moyan, previously tapping on the keyboard, stopped as well.
He stared at the computer screen, feeling nothing but confusion, loneliness, and helplessness.
When the heart is empty, it cannot be filled.
He had desperately tried to fill it with work, yet his heart remained utterly hollow.
