It wasn't a holiday.
Ding He was naturally at work.
"Okay, I've got it."
After a few words, the female manager put down the phone and held onto the resignation letter.
"Lawyer Ding wants you to visit his office."
Fang Qing turned and left.
The female manager frowned, looking down at the resignation report, utterly baffled.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"Come in."
Fang Qing pushed the door and entered.
Ding He was not working; he stood with his back turned, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window at the magnificent skyscrapers outside, lost in thought.
"I've already submitted my resignation. I can arrange for someone to take over my cases."
Ding He fell silent for a while, then turned around.
"How's your injury?"
He looked at Fang Qing's forehead.
"Superficial wounds."
Fang Qing simply stated, with no resentment or anger, only an undisturbed calm.
Ding He scoffed at himself, his expression complex.
"I know, saying sorry now is pointless."
He paused.