A year later, in an office of Wanxin building in Beijing.

"President, Miss Xiang is here." The Secretary knocked outside the door.

"In."

The gentle voice let Xiang Tianqing breathe a sigh of relief, just think that the man inside should not be too difficult to speak, the bottom of my heart can not help but a little more assurance.

After gently pushing the door in, Xiang Tianqing first looked up at the office, but couldn't help but be a bit tongue tied.

The area of the office is very large. The walls around the office are snow-white. There are neither floor tiles nor floors. Instead, it is gray and bare concrete floor, which is more cold and empty. It seems that it has been abandoned for a long time.

Except for a chandelier on the roof and a clock on the wall, there is only a big desk in the whole office. There is almost nothing on the desk. There is no globe, no computer, no telephone, and there are no piles of documents. Besides a neatly placed document and a pen, there is no other superfluous thing.

All that is visible makes the office look desolate. If it wasn't for the clean and spotless ground, Xiang Tianqing could not help wondering if she had gone to the wrong place.

Quietly take back his eyes, look up, a slender figure standing in front of the French window, white polo shirt with white casual pants, looks simple and clean, man with one hand in his pants pocket, the other hand holding a glass of red wine, especially silent, seems to be overlooking the city.

Xiang Tianqing said softly, "Hello, Mr. Yin."

The clear sound in this quiet and empty room is like a touch of interference, even with a little echo, set off layers of spray, especially abrupt.

Xiang Tianqing was a little uneasy. She always felt as if she had disturbed something. Seeing that the man in front of her didn't make a voice, she just kept silent.

After standing for ten minutes, Mr. Yin seemed to have no intention of opening his mouth.

She hesitated for a moment, and Xiang Tianqing tried again: "Mr. Yin, I'm here for the dispute between my husband and others. I wonder if you can give up the appeal against my husband?"

The clear sound rings again in the quiet office, and the jade is still falling on the jade plate, which is especially nice.

Unfortunately, she still did not get a response, some of the spacious lonely office, still quiet frightening, and the figure standing in front of him, still silent.

Mr. Yin?

Husband?

A faint pain flashed across Yin Shaolong's eyes. He couldn't help laughing, but his slender fingers holding the glass tightened a little, so that he turned green because of excessive force.

Hearing her chuckle, Xiang Tianqing could not help but feel uneasy. Looking at his back, he said again, "Mr. Yin? Are you listening? I think there are some misunderstandings in this matter My husband, he... "

"That's enough." Yin Shaolong interrupts in a cold voice, but his tone is not heavy, but Xiang Tianqing feels that the man in front of him is a little impatient, but she can't figure out where his anger comes from?

Xiang Tianqing thought about it carefully, but he didn't think he had any words that would make people angry.

But soon she was relieved.

She thought that maybe it was because her husband beat his friend seriously, so it was natural that he was angry.

"Mr. Yin I'm really sorry about this. I'll tell you for my husband... "

"I said enough!"