Wang Lan shrunk her neck, it wasn't that she wanted to report, but she was simply following your instructions, that any message from Bai Hong should be relayed to you.
Waving Wang Lan away, Zheng Haoyu's mood lifted slightly after her interruption. He pulled over his boss chair and sat down with a huff. After a moment, he took out his key, unlocked the bottom drawer of the desk, and pulled out a photograph. A young boy about two or three years old was smiling brilliantly at the camera.
His long fingers caressed the image of the child's cheek, Zheng Haoyu slowly leaned back against the chair. Thoughtful observers might've noticed the glimmer of something crystalline in his eyes. He blinked hard, trying to suppress the mixed feelings of frustration and sorrow in his heart.
By the time he managed to compose himself, it was almost time to leave work. He returned the photo frame to the drawer, locked it, and picked up the keys on the desk, preparing to go home.