He was also wearing a DW watch on his wrist, but it was a business model that Rong Yan had bought for him, far less valuable than the one he had just purchased.
The gifts had been given, and he had received the gifts he wanted. Li Shengxiao's mood today was genuinely exhilarating, a pleasure he could never derive from work. He draped his arm over the petite woman's shoulder, pulled her into his embrace, and strode forward, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the company."
*
In the Capital Detention Center at the moment, it was a mixture of ice and fire. Rong Weiwei had been locked up here for ten days.
At first, she had been hopeful, counting on Jiang Meiqi to get her out quickly.
As time passed, she became increasingly disheartened and desperate. Amidst endless despair, fear slowly started to grow...
Would she be kept here forever?
Would she be imprisoned and sent to reform through labor for a few years as the police had said?
