The face of that woman just now still lingered in her mind as Su Qiqi leaned against the car window, continuing to dive into her memories. A familiar scent from her memory made her hesitate.
Too much time had passed, she could no longer remember if that perfume smelled the same.
Mao An caught the glint of worry that briefly flickered across her face, "Don't worry, President Zheng can handle it."
But clearly, Su Qiqi's disquiet was not about this issue. Mao An assumed instinctively it was due to the beautiful woman.
"I always thought there was something odd about the coffee shop owner." Su Qiqi snapped back to reality, on further thought, and recalled seeing her a few times -each time they met at the cafe, the owner's gaze would follow them.
Zheng Yunshan always sat in one spot because it had an unobstructed view of the front desk, allowing him a clear look at the people opposite.
