Weilan sat down on the sofa, leaned back, crossed her legs, and looked at Lu Hechen with a cold gaze: "All your shares will be returned to you. I don't want anything. You have one week to take care of everything. I don't wish to return to handle it later."
"You're leaving?" Lu Hechen's eyes widened.
Weilan replied, "Yes, I'm leaving."
"I don't agree." Lu Hechen quickly walked back, knelt on one knee on the sofa in front of Weilan.
Weilan didn't look at him, her gaze fell on the ashtray on the coffee table, which was filled with cigarette butts.
They were probably the cigarettes he smoked tonight.
Weilan sighed and said, "My mind is made up."
"Weilan..." Lu Hechen's voice was somewhat choked. "We've been through so much together, you can't abandon me halfway."
