Old Master Zhang's expectations were dashed again. He said calmly, "Yes, that did happen. You weren't at the company then."
"So Xia Jing really went to the company. Did she go to say goodbye, or was she going there to reconcile with me?" I muttered to myself.
Old Master Zhang heard Zhang Zhentian muttering to himself and couldn't help but ask, "Zhentian, what are you mumbling about there?"
I snapped back to reality and said, "Dad, did Xia Jing come looking for me that day?"
I looked at my father hopefully, wanting him to say "yes," yet also dreading hearing a "yes."
My father found it difficult to answer my question. He knew exactly what his son was thinking. If he said "yes," he would regret missing the only chance to persuade Xia Jing to stay. But if he said "no," he would feel sad, believing it was his fault that led Xia Jing to leave without a word. It was truly a dilemma. What should he say?
