It was Zhu Rui, Lu Shaoming's secretary, who just said, "Young Master Lu." Zhu Rui saw a half-drunken woman with her arms hanging around his boss's neck, and he was asking for Lu Shaoming's permission to have the woman dragged away.
Lu Shaoming waved his hand, signaling him to keep quiet.
He looked at the woman. It was her.
The girl who saved his life on that winter day three years ago.
Interesting.
Lu Shaoming arched a smile and asked in a low and charming voice, "Miss, have you confused me with someone else?"
Who is she calling "dear"? Being chased by a fat middle-aged lecher having to use him as a shield. It seems that she has had it pretty bad over the past three years.
Ning Qing felt so dizzy, as the drinks she downed earlier had gone to her head and blurred her vision. She tried hard to open her eyes and saw that the man was wearing a sarcastic smile with a hint of delight.
