I was wrong, please don't leave me

Chapter 4

Translator: Prakriti Bhatta

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The black short hair was meticulously combed, and a few strands of bangs were scattered slightly in front of the forehead because the hairspray was loose, covering up a pair of thick and handsome eyebrows.

The lights from the ceiling cast a bright circle over the man's head.

The other party lowered his head. A well-defined face was hidden in the shadows, and he was wearing a snow-white lapel shirt. The button of the shirt was buttoned up to the top, with an air of abstinence. The vest was covered with black vertical white stripes, and further down, the lower body was hidden from view by a thick red-brown wooden desk.

Butler Zhang lowered her eyebrows, walked over lightly, and placed the tray in her hand on the foot of the desk. The sterling silver tray collided with the tabletop lightly without making any sound.

In the past, the woman who quietly turned around and left after delivering her things did not move this time, and the man who lowered his head to handle the document raised his head from the document.

The light illuminated his face.

His facial features were sturdy, the bridge of the nose was high, and the eyes were dark and ink-like. The whole person exuded the indifference that was refusing to be in contact with anyone from thousands of miles away.

The man raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him with no warmth.

Butler Zhang was stared at by those cold eyes that looked like mechanical objects, and her heart suddenly trembled.

"Anything else?" the man said, his low and clear voice like jade that collided into a silver bottle under the moonlight, as cold as him.

"Mr. Su is here." Butler Zhang hesitated for a moment but chose to tell what she just saw.

Hearing this name suddenly, the expression on Gu Peilang's face did not change in the slightest. He lowered his head and returned his gaze to the document in front of him: "Got it."

Butler Zhang looked at him, unable to make up her mind for a while, not knowing whether to let someone in.

"Sir?"

"Has the things I let you arrange been sorted?" Gu Peilang didn't look up.

Butler Zhang remembered the suitcase standing behind the door, and nodded: "It's all sorted."

"Send it to him."

Butler Zhang listened to the man's words and instantly understood that Mr. Su should have come back to get his own things, otherwise, she couldn't think of the reason for the other party's return. That person was disgusted to the point of wanting to take his own life rather than live here. After finally getting rid of this place, how could he come back again?