Charles took a sip of his wine with a cold face, "No, I won’t."
This time was different. His tone was flat without any panic. Not "Why would I like a dumb" but "I won't".
Dean raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise, "Really?"
Charles' cold gaze fell on his face. "You have nothing to do recently?"
Sensing danger, Dean immediately shook his head, "No, I'm busy. A new batch of cars arrived a few days ago, and I'm still thinking about how to design them."
Charles glanced at him coldly, then looked away. He was suddenly a little restless, so he stretched out his hand to pull the tie, as if this would relieve his heavy chest.
His blue eyes looked outside the window. The night view of the city was bright with stars, but Emily's face always appeared in front of his eyes.
Late at night, Emi
