Lang Meng stood in the grand foyer of the mansion, her eyes flickering over the opulent décor with a practiced air of indifference.
The mansion was a fortress, a testament to wealth and power, and around the house were stationed bodyguards with telecom devices attached to their ears
Each one was dressed in a crisp suit and wore a pair of black sunglasses, standing with an unyielding, straight-faced demeanor.
"You don't need to stress or rack your brain thinking about who I am, 'cause you don't know me to begin with," Lang Meng declared, her voice cold and precise.
She turned to face Yuan Yuna, her lips curling into a faint, mocking smile.
Yuan Yuna, standing a few paces away, finally recognized the woman before her. A few years back, she had seen Lang Meng at Mr. Qin's company.
That memory surged back with a wave of irritation; Lang Meng's car had almost knocked her down, and she hadn't even bothered to stop and apologize.
