In mutual silence, Han Zheng observed her demeanor, realizing she no longer wanted to converse with him. He picked up the tray and said, "Luoxi, you rest first. I'll come back for dinner."
Yan Luoxi leaned against the headboard, lost in thought, not knowing what was on her mind.
Han Zheng stared at her for a few minutes, and finally, carrying the tray, he left. The man in black opened the door for him, and once he exited, they locked the door in front of him again.
Han Zheng's knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped the tray. He didn't act rashly, turned, and walked away quickly. As he stepped out of the corridor, he saw the President, dressed in a black suit, slowly walking towards him.
The President appeared young, thanks to good maintenance, looking barely above forty. He stopped in front of Han Zheng, staring at him with sharp eyes, "Zheng'er, you know I despise those who turn against their own."
