Shen Nanwei and Jiang Tanyue, both mentioned by Lu Jingzhi, had just passed through a period of extreme turmoil.
Wei Xiaoqi brought in some tea. The curling smoke added to the restlessness of the already sweltering room.
Busy.
Very busy.
Jiang Tanyue had always known the importance of Lu Jingzhi.
This period had only deepened that importance.
Power was overriding.
Some things, it seemed, could not be resolved by her gentle persistence alone.
She had long stopped wearing a smile on her face.
Jiang Tanyue's face was gloomy, and Shen Nanwei by her side was in no better state.
The wedding dress had been lost.
At this moment, there was less than half a month left till the wedding of Zhu Xiner's cousin, Zhu Leier.
The wedding dress had been lost the day before yesterday.
The culprit was found yesterday.
Qian Zhenzhu had planned it, and Jiang Dagui had executed it.
But it was already too late.
The wedding dress had been destroyed.
