Leaving the door of Liu's traditional Chinese medicine company, Zhao Sanjin's eyes were somewhat empty and looked back at the tall building behind him. However, he didn't know what he was looking at.

It happened that the lost Liu Yingying was standing in front of the floor glass of the office, overlooking everything in the company, but she was suddenly overwhelmed by a turn back of Zhao Sanjin.

She didn't know whether Zhao Sanjin saw himself or not, but she was tight in her heart for no reason. Don't turn your head in a hurry. Her pounding heart was like a deer bumping, and became restless.

"What's the matter with me?" Liu Yingying asked herself in her heart. She quickly opened the documents on her desk and began to review them, trying to eliminate those messy thoughts in her heart.

He shook his head with a bitter smile. The frown on Zhao Sanjin's face was slowly stretched. He was a happy man. No matter what big event it was, he couldn't do it, so he couldn't let go.

After taking a taxi, Zhao Sanjin returned directly to Shengshi international.