C875 An Uncontrollable Breakdown

Mo Zicong's heart couldn't help but ache. He could even imagine Han Ruo's sad look when she heard the women's discussions.

He sighed and waved at the secretary. The secretary tactfully turned around and left.

Mo Zicong walked into Han Ruo's office. When he went in, she was sitting on the office chair with her back facing him, facing the window. Her back looked a little lonely