Bian Yue picked up the documents from the ground. Her movements were sluggish, and after a long while, she softly said, "Jiaojiao, I'm fine. I just want to be alone quietly for a while... I'll be okay soon."
At the same time, in the back row of the business-class seats, Lu Zhonian's eyebrows and eyes were serene as he quietly looked at the scenery outside the window.
The assistant noticed Lu Zhonian's expression in the rearview mirror and asked curiously, "President Lu, what did you show to Miss Bian?"
"It was nothing much. Just some hints, fearing she might not understand people's hearts," Lu Zhonian said indifferently, with a detached tone. "Bian Yue is very smart and ambitious enough, but she still has one fatal flaw."
The assistant hesitated, "What... flaw?"
