On the third floor of the paramount.
The spacious room was luxurious and exquisite. The furnishings were simple and charming. There was an ancient painting hanging on the wall. Just by looking at it, one could tell that it was worth a lot.
The woman's curled eyelashes trembled and slowly opened. Her unfocused pupils focused, and Fu Shang woke up very quickly.
Realizing the situation he was in, Fu min's heart sank. She was sitting on a chair with her hands tied behind her back. Sheng Jinghua seemed to be afraid that she would run away. He had even handcuffed her.
Damn it, he had failed miserably in an easy task.
Aggrieved.
Fu Shang looked up and scanned his surroundings. Then, his eyes stopped on the man not far away. Sheng Jinghua stood by the window. The moonlight shone on his side profile, making his face look even more beautiful.
"Sheng Jinghua, what do you mean by this?"
Fu Shang's tone was unfriendly.
