He might not have any experience in this area, but he wasn't a fool.
Not to mention, each explanation would give different results, but he himself couldn't spell out why.
But all in all, it all started with him thinking badly of Shi Xiaoya.
If he really wrote that, Shi Xiaoya would probably ignore him for the rest of his life.
After a long time, Han Zhuoling still hesitated in writing down his thoughts, drowning himself in frustration.
He was always so decisive when making business deals, never uncertain like now.
Not even a second of doubt.
But penning a simple card now made him debate internally for more than ten minutes.
Han Zhuoling schooled his face into indifference, finally writing down three words: I am sorry.
And signed his name, Han Zhuoling.
After putting the card into the envelope, he handed it to Tong Chunian. "Send it to the florist's, and let them deliver it with the flowers."
