Whenever Tang Xiangdong thought that Yao Ke might actually realize her wish, he felt inexplicably restless.
If his guess was correct and his mother had caused such a big trouble for her, he wanted to find an opportunity to talk with her, but that chance might not come in the future.
"Mr. Tang?"
The secretary noticed him pacing back and forth in the office, completely losing his usual composure.
Others would find it hard to understand his feelings at this moment, how complex and contradictory they were.
"Book me a flight to Beijing for tomorrow night." He stomped his foot as he instructed.
The secretary was taken aback: Hasn't he just returned?
"Hurry and make the call, if you can't book the ticket, you'll be punished." Seeing the secretary wasn't moving, Tang Xiangdong snapped at the desk.
The secretary dashed out like a gust of wind to book the ticket for him.
