Gu Yilin made a phone call. Soon, the private plane came to pick him up. He boarded the plane and flew back.
Since no one welcomed him, he would just leave.
Gu Yilin did not go to the company or work. He went to the bar and drank in the luxurious private room with a few business executives.
“President Gu, what’s wrong with you today? Why are you smoking one cigarette after another in the private room? Did Someone Annoy You?”
Gu Yilin sat on the sofa in the main seat. The light there was dim, which made his handsome side profile look mysterious. He was smoking a cigarette between his slender fingers, his heroic eyebrows were tightly knitted into a “Chuan”. The ashtray on the coffee table was already filled with cigarette butts.
He entered the private room and did not say a word. He kept smoking.
