Her decisiveness made her seem as though she was determined to annihilate all the memories from her past.
Sun Linan clenched his fists tightly and lowered his gaze with disappointment. He gave a bitter laugh.
How could she be so cruel?
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Qiao Lian arrived at the Glitter Bar ten minutes before 6 p.m., the meeting time.
She walked in, provided the private room number Fan Lu had indicated and went upstairs.
Glitter was a proper bar in Beijing that had earned the reputation of being a safe place. It served an upper-class crowd that respected women, hence Qiao Lian wasn't too worried about her own safety.
As she walked out of the elevator and turned the corner, she suddenly bumped into a dark silhouette.
She took a few steps back with surprise and frowned. Then she looked up.
Before her stood a tall man with a rather big frame. He was wearing a loud and eye-catching printed shirt.
