Henry walked up the stairs step by step.
Song Xu was about to send the documents to the president's office.
Looking at the long and noble figure coming in from the safe door, he was completely stunned.
The man was indifferent and handsome, with no expression on his face, and his strong figure was frosty.
His dark and deep eyes were like bottomless cold pools, with some loneliness.
"What's wrong with the president?"
Why did he suddenly walk up the stairs today?
Song Xu habitually called out respectfully, "President."
Henry didn't look at Song Xu or reply as if he didn't hear him at all.
He went straight into the office.
All of a sudden, Song Xu's mind was filled with an adjective. "He's lost his soul!"
This... this was completely out of line with the President's image in his heart!
In his heart, the president had always been a superior king.
His tall and straight figure had a strong aura. His handsome face was arrogant and cold, and he was always arrogant like a dominator.
His dark, deep, and bottomless black eyes seemed to have the ability to devour souls.
What's going on today?
There seemed to be no anger in the president's dark and deep eyes, and even his walking posture was a little shaky.
Henry sat down at the desk and stared blankly at the computer in front of him, as if he was in a daze.
"In the past, I always numb myself. For the sake of Little Nomi, I could do anything. At that time, I also tried my best."
"But I really can't do it now. I can't go through that hurdle in my heart. Once some wounds appear, they will always be there, even if they heal, but the scars are still there."
She told him everything in detail. Henry knew that she wanted him to let her go.
Because unless he let her go.
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