Translator: _Min_
Gu Wenzhu abruptly stood up, his pupils contracting sharply, his fingers turning white and trembling as they gripped the computer.
The secretary, who had never seen the elderly man so out of sorts, was startled. “Mr. Gil?”
“It’s her…” Gu Wenzhu murmured, “It’s actually her.”
In an instant, as if drained of all strength, he slumped back into his chair.
The secretary hurried to help but was stopped by Gu Wenzhu, as he ordered, “Leave the email. You may go.”
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