Nowadays, seeing Zhao Hanchen's name doesn't stir even the slightest fluctuation in her emotions.
In Jingcheng, it was exactly midday, and sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Hanchen stared out of the window, lost in thought.
Until Li Sitian burst in, all fire and brimstone.
The temper of the heiress of the Li Family had become increasingly explosive these days, being at the age full of brash youthful vigor. It wouldn't be true to say she wasn't proud of all she had schemed and planned for Zhao Hanchen recently.
So what if Zhao Hanchen said he didn't like her? In the end, he still needed her help to quickly clean up the messy situation at Jingxing.
Although Li Sitian no longer liked Zhao Hanchen, the thought still inevitably filled her with satisfaction.
