Chapter 755: The Authorities Are Confused and the Bystanders Are Clear

When the servant heard His Excellency the President talking to her, he quickly bowed and saluted respectfully, "Yes, Your Excellency, this is the sweater knitted by Miss Bai."

Xirong Ziye looked at the sweater and sighed: "I know she knitted it, but she didn't finish it."

The servant said: "Miss Bai asked me to throw it away at that time, but my subordinates felt it was a pity, so they were reluctant to throw it away."

After hearing these words, Xirong Ziye stiffened and almost couldn't hold the sweater in his hand. He locked his eyes deeply on the servant, "Are you telling the truth?"

The servant trembled when he heard the president's stern voice, and hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, my subordinates dare not lie. It is absolutely true."

Xi Rong Ziye felt a pang in her heart. She used to knit sweaters for him even though her fingers were injured, but now she was disappointed in him, so she was thrown away!

He sat on the sofa and put the sweater on his heart, imagining Bai Yaoyao's mood when he was knitting a sweater. His heart was stinging, and looking at the sweater made his eyes feel sad.

He carefully stroked each stitch, and suddenly he saw a red spot at the last neckline. A strange light flashed through his eyes. He picked it up with both hands and looked hard. Suddenly his hands trembled and he couldn't hold it. The sweater fell on the on the ground.

He looked dazed and depressed, because he understood that the red spot on the collar of the sweater was obvious blood stains. Was her hand injured?

Xirong Ziye looked back at the servant who was still busy in the living room and asked, "When did she say she threw away this sweater?"

The servant thought for a while and said: "It was ##year##month## in the Western calendar. After Miss Bai read the news, she felt bad and never knitted a sweater again."

Xirong Ziya's heart could no longer calm down, it was empty, desolate and painful, because he understood that that day was the day when he decided to let Bai Yaoyao leave, the day when he and Xia Mu Qingyan showed their love in front of the media and set a wedding date.

He understood that Bai Yaoyao must have been very sad after reading the news. Although he could not imagine her mood at that time, he could understand it.

He closed his eyes, and the cold lines on his face became even colder. He just looked at the sweater like this. He stayed up all night. The next day, he asked the servant to find knitting needles, took the sweater and left together.

The servants didn’t know what the president was thinking, but they understood that the president must care about Miss Bai very much.

As bystanders, they could see clearly that everything was not as it was said in the news, but the President may not understand his own feelings.

The so-called authorities are obsessed with it, but as subordinates, they are not qualified to say anything to His Excellency the President, so they can only watch, looking at the desolate look on the back of the President, they are all a little worried.

As time passed, Bai Yaoyao's mood gradually became calmer, and she no longer cried when she thought about it at night.

She feels like her tears are almost gone now, and she won't cry anymore, but sometimes she will sit by the bed and look blankly at the scenery outside, feeling a vast expanse of desolation in her heart.

During the day, she would find various things to do to enrich herself, mostly to pester Duan Yanhao. She used to think that such a high-ranking young marshal would have a bad temper. Unexpectedly, Duan Yanhao had such a good temper, even if he was She was pestering her so much, but he just looked at her helplessly, without any words of impatience to reproach her.

In fact, she also wants to enrich herself and start over, but she will think more when she is quiet. In order to prevent her mind from filling too many things, she will always find something to do for herself.

She looked up at the time, then picked up her phone, pulled out Duan Yanhao's number, hesitated, and pressed the dial button.