Ye Rongyuan felt disappointed that he hadn't held Ann all morning. Now that they were finally at the company, he thought he could embrace her, but before he could even ask, his mother spoke up.
"You all have an early meeting, so Ann will stay in my office for now. You can come to her when you're done." Old Mrs. Ye had no intention of discussing it further as she walked toward her office with Ann in her arms.
Ye Rongyuan stood frozen, taken aback. Wasn't Ann supposed to be with him at work today? Why did it feel like she was here to accompany his mother instead?
However, his mother's reasoning was sound; he couldn't miss the meeting. With a sigh, he felt the weight of the day ahead and, for a moment, understood the frustration Qin Qianyi had felt that morning—he didn't want to work either.
But as the president, he had no choice.
Old Mr. Ye, noticing his son's disheartened expression, patted his shoulder. "Go prepare for the meeting. It's important today."