Hearing his direct admission, Du Ruoxin's heart felt as if it were being crushed.
What, what happened?!
How dare he ask her what happened!
Du Ruoxin felt her breath freeze, her entire being petrified.
Rong Jingyang heard no response, his brows furrowing deeper—why wasn't she speaking again?
Just then, the sound of footsteps in leather shoes echoed.
The governor's secretary approached, "Mr. Rong, please follow me."
Rong Jingyang stood up and called out as he walked, "Du Ruoxin."
Speak!
If she didn't speak, he felt she would start overthinking again!
Du Ruoxin took a sharp breath, lest she suffocate, "Why bother with such trouble?"
Rong Jingyang: ...
From her tone, he knew she was once again lost in chaotic thoughts.
However, with the governor's office door just ahead, he didn't have time to chat more with her.
Rong Jingyang hastily said, "Don't overthink it, we'll talk when I get back," and ended the call.