Xue Li carefully pushed the door open. As expected, Guan Lei's room was still dark. The thick curtains blocked the light, and even the air in the room became heavy and cramped.
For the past two days, Young Master had locked himself in his room and refused to speak. Xue Li was very worried. He wanted to contact Shen Xi and ask her to come and see him, but he was afraid that he would blame him. The feeling of being in a dilemma was too unbearable.
Xue Li turned on the orange lights, afraid that the incandescent lights would hurt Guan Lei's eyes.
The light suddenly brightened up, but Guan Lei did not look at him at all. He was still sitting on the leather chair in a daze, holding the bracelet that Shen Xi had thrown away, and then looking at the faded hair string.
Xue Li's heart ached, and he said, "Young Master, in the past two days, the business of the Beijing company has been destroyed by the Shen and Lu families. Sir asked me to ask for your opinion."
