"Don't worry. I will give Chu Lui the contract." He could tell at one glance what she was worried about. Lu Jinrong comforted her out of goodwill. As expected, she was like that woman.
"You will?" Xia Ruoxin released her grip and stared at him, puzzled.
Why did he…?
Lu Jinrong stood up, walked to the bar counter at the side, and casually poured himself a glass of wine. A 1982 Lafite. It was the good stuff.
"Do you know? You resemble her. You really do. Even your expression." His voice was faint as it brought back memories and bitterness.
Her? Xia Ruoxin hugged her legs tight. She was not used to the company of an unfamiliar man. Just that, there was a sudden sadness oozing from this man right now.
Xia Ruoxin thought for a while, and then she asked, "Was she the one you loved?"
