"So, you're telling me that the contacts I have cultivated over the last two years have all been taken over by Tang Nuan in less than three months?" There was an obvious anger bubbling under Song Qingchun's question.
Her assistant raised her head carefully to steal a look at Song Qingchun. Then, she nodded lightly and replied in a voice that could not be smaller even if she wanted to, "Yes."
As if hearing the best joke in the world, Song Qingchun chuckled to herself; her chuckles were amplified by the relative quiet of the room. The spooked assistant took several steps back. Song Qingchun maintained as much grace as she could as she waved her assistant away. After the door closed, she sighed audibly.
Tang Nuan… Tang Nuan… It had been eight years since the owner of that name had waltzed into her life, and in this eight years, whenever the name was brought up, bad things definitely followed.
