Therefore, after what had happened at City Clubhouse, he had never contacted Tang Nuan nor did she reach out to him. Therefore, the date they had planned for Christmas and Christmas Eve was naturally ruined and undone.
Tang Nuan descended from a red BMW. She was smartly dressed. The five-meter tall Christmas tree that had been prepared for the holiday glittered luxuriously with its yards of fairy lights. He noticed how Tang Nuan stood beside the car and smiled brilliantly at the person who came down from the passenger seat.
It was a man who looked to be almost in his fifties.
Tang Nuan and the middle-age man kept talking and laughing on their way to Golden Corner; it was when they passed through the entrance that she saw him.
Her gaze stopped on his face for less than a second, like he was a complete stranger, before she moved her eyes away. She then piled on her smiles to chat the man up and brushed past him.
