Chapter 71 Help her

Wythe swayed his way to SAC.

Ever since the last concert he attended with Lydia, Andrew returned utterly lost in spirits.

He hadn't contacted Lydia in these past few days, even delegating the collaborative matters between their companies to others.

He seemed to have buried himself like an ostrich, seeking solace.

Wythe's unexpected arrival surprised him.

Similarly, when Wythe saw Andrew, he was equally taken aback. Normally, Andrew exuded an air of sophistication, especially when he smiled, he seemed incredibly gentle.

But after just a few days of absence, he appeared gloomy, like a sky about to rain.

Especially with that weary look on his face, stubble clinging to his chin, his once gentle eyes now filled with pain and emptiness.

Wythe was startled.

Was this the same Uncle Fraine he knew? He looked like he could be a homeless man thrown on the street.

Concerned, Wythe asked, "Uncle, have you encountered something upsetting?"

Andrew looked up, unable to utter a word in the face of Wyt