Xiang Wan stood in front of the window in her room, watching Xun Lu scurry away in her high heels, feeling somewhat puzzled.
No matter how she looked at it, it seemed like an argument had occurred. That shouldn't be the case...
It appeared that even a relationship of over twenty years wasn't indestructible.
The next day.
Zuo Xingyun hurried to the company early in the morning, having rested for so many days, he was already restless.
Pushing open the large office door, Fu Yichen was playing darts against the target on the wall, and his accuracy was pretty good.
No one visits a temple without a cause, Zuo Xingyun thought, clear as a polished mirror. Without changing his expression, he took off his coat, hung it on the rack, and walked straight to the sofa in the reception area to sit down.
On the coffee table was a bowl of steaming wontons, filling the entire office with their fragrance.
"Is it from that same place we used to go to?"
