Xing Shu tightened the scarf around her neck and sneezed in the cold wind. There were footsteps behind her. There were still many people working overtime in the building.
Suddenly, a breath of cold air enveloped her from behind, before turning warm. A black jacket draped over her shoulders. Xing Shu was stunned. She turned around and saw Cheng Lang. He was on the phone, explaining something to the person on the other end of the phone. He gestured to her and then left with Jian Yaochuan. His long legs covered a distance of more than ten meters in an instant. As the lights shone on him—casting a long shadow—Xing Shu stood in the shadows.
