The next day, Ke Yunze stood against the wall in the highest-rise corridor of Cheng's Group. [ ]

He wore big sunglasses, soft and fluffy brown hair, rolled up his sleeves of dark purple T-shirt, and wrists with rivets inlaid leather bracelets. He just stood there in a low-key manner, causing a stir, and many people whispered excitedly, until Cheng Jiayi walked out of the office and the corridor calmed down again.

Cheng Jiayi stopped in front of Ke Yunze, and saw that his son had lost a lot of weight, a hint of heartache flashed through his heart.

However, his tone was still cold, as if he had never felt that he had made a mistake. "Xia Yan, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"

"Dad, have you always wanted to be angry with me?" Ke Yunze asked sarcastically.

"You're already confused now. If I didn't interfere, I don't know what you would be like."

Cheng Jiayi looked majestic, his condensed eyes stared at Ke Yunze, and his whole body exuded a natural aura.

"You are wrong. I always know what I am doing," Ke Yunze took off his sunglasses and looked at Cheng Jiayi, without any fear in his eyes. "Dad, you always impose your own ideas on others and never consider what I am thinking. You always feel that you are right, but what you do is not good for me at all. You are just smashing my dreams. I really don't understand why you have to use your self-righteous experience to trample on other people's lives. Have you never wanted to protect?"

Cheng Jiayi's eyes darkened. The person he wanted to protect was Xia Yan...

But he pushed him further and further...

Ke Yunze turned around and opened the door of the conference hall and said, "She is inside, you can have a good talk. I hope you can stay calm and not be laughed at by those employees."

At this point, my son was still afraid that he would hurt that woman. What kind of ability does she have to make Xia Yan so devoted...

Cheng Jiayi pursed his lips and walked into the empty conference hall.

The curtains were open, and the breeze blew in through the half-closed glass windows, and the golden light of the sun leaped on the marble floor.

Ye Ayen stood by the window, wearing a simple white long-sleeved T-shirt, paired with brightly colored pink pencil pants, as if her whole body was filled with a youthful atmosphere. Her dark short hair was flying in the wind, her fair skin was not decorated, her pale pink lips were delicate and plump, and her beautiful eyes were as clear as a river under the moonlight.
Chapter completed!