Butler Ye was expressionless as he watched Wang Yanran leave. All these years, Sir hadn't been willing to accept even one of those women throwing themselves at him, what made her think that she would be able to captivate him?
After Butler Ye got in the car, the luxurious car sped away.
"Sir, are we heading home now?"
He worked overtime last night in the office and hadn't gone home.
Lu Jinwen took out his phone from his pocket, switching the screen on, there weren't any notifications for him. She hadn't called him, nor texted him at all.
He threw his phone on the seat beside him, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. The corners of his lips raised, revealing an exhausted and dejected, yet self-deprecating smile.
She would never contact him first.
Even when he hadn't gone home last night and made a call, it was the maid who picked up the phone. He hadn't managed to hear her voice at all.
