729 Sorrow is no greater than the death of the heart (Thanks for the reward! Requesting monthly votes!)

"Sir."

At dusk, Ding He, who hadn't been to the law firm for several days, drove back from outside.

"Lady?"

"Lady is upstairs."

The same answer again.

"Did she have anything to eat today?"

"She had lunch."

Ding He nodded, expressionless, "I dined out; you don't need to prepare anything for me."

As he walked into the living room, Ding He sat down on the sofa, tugged at his collar, and then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking one out.

"Click."

With the crisp sound of a lighter, the cigarette lit up.

The servants were all surprised to see this scene.

Since their time here, they had never known the male host, a distinguished lawyer, to have a smoking habit—this was a first.

Could it be that he had refrained before due to the Lady's presence?

And now that the Lady had shuttered herself in her room these past few days, not even coming downstairs, he was letting loose?

Of course.