Shu Yimo rose to her feet with a clear chill, casting a slant glance at Bai Xiexie—
"Tonight at eight o'clock, in room 809 of Dilin Restaurant, I'll wait for you to bring the stuff over. Of course, the remaining materials can be given to you."
Having dropped such a remark, Shu Yimo's slender frame had already passed by, the faint cool breeze sweeping across, dissipating the last trace of her cold fragrance. Bai Xiexie hadn't even had time to react before Shu Yimo's figure had vanished outside the door!
'Whoosh—'
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Bai Xiexie swept her hand across the cups and dishes on the table only to hear a clatter as the tea spilled all over the tabletop.
This humiliation, Bai Xiexie remembered!
...
"Young Master, it's almost time. Just now, Mr. Chu called again to urge us. Tonight at eight o'clock, room 808 in Dilin Restaurant."
