A year later, in Beijing, inside an office in the Wanxin Building.

"President, Miss Xiang has arrived." There was a knock on the secretary's door outside the door.

"Enter."

The gentle voice made Xiang Tianqing breathe a sigh of relief, only to feel that the man inside should not be too difficult to speak, and he couldn't help but feel a little more sure in his heart.

After gently pushing the door and entering, Xiang Tianqing first looked up at the office, but couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The office is a large area, and the walls around it are snow-white, neither covered with tiles nor floors, but gray, bare concrete floors, which are even more cold and empty, as if they have been abandoned for a long time.

Except for a chandelier on the roof and a wall clock on the wall, there was only one large desk in the whole office, and the desk was almost empty, no globe, no computer, no telephone, no mountain of papers, nothing but a neatly arranged paper, a pen, and nothing superfluous.

Everything that can be seen makes this office with an area of nearly 100 square meters look a little desolate, if it weren't for the fact that the ground was cleaned and cleaned, Xiang Tianqing really couldn't help but wonder if she had gone to the wrong place.

Quietly retracted his gaze and looked up, a slender figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a white polo shirt with white casual pants, looking simple and clean, the man with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand holding a glass of red wine, extremely silent, as if he was looking at the city from afar.

Xiang Tianqing said softly: "Mr. Yin, hello." ”

The crisp sound in this quiet and empty room seemed like a disturbance, and even with a little echo, it set off layers of waves, which was particularly abrupt.

Xiang Tianqing was a little uneasy, always feeling as if she was disturbed by something, and the man in front of her didn't make a sound, so she simply fell silent.

After standing for ten minutes, I felt that Mr. Yin in front of me never seemed to have any intention of speaking.

She hesitated for a moment, and Xiang Tianqing said tentatively again: "Mr. Yin, I am here this time for the dispute between my husband and others, I wonder if you can give up your appeal to my husband?" ”

The crisp voice sounded again in the silent and excessive office, and it was still as good as the pearl jade falling on the jade plate.

It's a pity that she still hasn't been able to get a response, and the large and somewhat lonely office is still quiet and scary, and the figure standing in front of him is still silent.

Mr. Yin?

Husband?

A faint pain flashed in Yin Shaolong's eyes, and he couldn't help but chuckle, but the slender fingers holding the wine glass tightened a little, so that he was a little blue because of excessive force.

Hearing her chuckle, Xiang Tianqing couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, looked at his back and said again, "Mr. Yin? Are you listening? I think there was some misunderstanding in this matter... My husband he ......"

"That's enough." Yin Shaolong interrupted coldly, his tone was not serious, but Xiang Tianqing inexplicably felt that the man in front of him was a little impatient, but she couldn't figure out where his anger came from?

Xiang Tianqing thought about it carefully, and didn't feel that he had any words that would make people angry.

But soon, she was relieved.

She thought that maybe it was because her husband had taken the lead and seriously injured his friend, so it was normal for him to be angry.

"Mr. Yin... I'm really sorry for this incident, and I ...... you on behalf of my husband."

"I've said enough!"