"Sir, I saw my wife today. I ran into her on the road. I happened to bump into her while I was riding my bicycle." In the living room of the duplex villa, the woman opened a drawer.
At that time, Guan Jingyi who was still working, paused on the paper with his brush, and a large chunk of black ink came out.
After a long while, he finally heard Guan Jingyi's "En" and threw out the documents in his hands. He then ordered his secretary to write a set of documents.
"…"
"If you have something to say, say it." Guan Jingyi said with a cold tone, but he did not have his usual impatience.
"Madam, she was in a bad mood tonight. Her hair and clothes were messy. She came back crying."
"Something happened?" Guan Jingyi asked. Although his tone was cold, it was still one of concern.