Zhang Heng took the coffee pot from the maid and poured a cup for Han Lu.
"Interesting. I used to like coffee. I even flew all the way to bloody Ethiopia to buy coffee beans. But now, the very smell of it makes me feel like puking." Han Lu lifted the cup, only to put it down moments later. She looked into Zhang Heng's eyes. "I need you to tell me the truth. Do you really have a way to help me? If I can choose how I die, I don't want to die at work suddenly. At the very least, I should get four or five young and ripped men to keep me company, perhaps lie in the bathtub with me. Might as well spend some money and pamper me before I die."
"I'm trying..."
"You know well enough that an answer as such is not good enough for me," said Han Lu.
Zhang Heng opened his mouth, but his phone vibrated at the same time. It was a WeChat message by Fan Meinan. There was only one sentence, and he could see it without unlocking his phone.
[She called me!]
