She looked at him worriedly.
"Director Fang, what's wrong? I've been calling you for ages."
Zhang Siyu recalled Fang Zheng's vacant eyes just now. Although she hadn't looked closely,
the loneliness that had unconsciously slipped out of him made her heart ache.
"I'm fine. I just thought of some unpleasant things."
Fang Zheng looked around and realized that the car had already stopped in the underground parking lot of Qinghui Building.
He opened the car door and stepped out, breathing in the slightly chilly air. His spirits improved
considerably.
"Director Fang, you look really unwell. Why don't you go home and rest tonight, then
come to work tomorrow?"
Zhang Siyu looked at Fang Zheng worriedly. His condition just now had truly frightened her.
In all the time she had known Fang Zheng, this was the first time she had seen him like that.
It was as if someone had abandoned a stray cat—lonely and stubborn, yet whenever you tried to approach
him, his fierceness would scare you away.
Although Fang Zheng usually never put on airs as chairman, saying and laughing as he pleased,
Zhang Siyu could still sense Fang Zheng's instinctive desire to protect himself.
"It's nothing. I just thought of a few things and felt a little uncomfortable."
Fang Zheng composed himself and shook his head. He didn't even know why he had been so
angry just now. Perhaps he had been suppressing it for too long in his previous life.
Fang Zheng turned to Zhang Siyu and said, "You go back first. I can go
up by myself."
Because they had to meet the schedule these past few days, Fang Zheng had already spent several consecutive nights at the company.
The company employees had grown used to it.
"I'll stay too. It's dangerous to drive alone this