A word that sparks one's awareness from a dream.
Xuan Meimei has always liked causing disturbances, and even after so much time has passed, she remains unswervingly obstinate.
"So it is. I'm sorry to bother you." Wen Zhiyao hung up the phone, no longer harboring any excessive worries.
Time passed by, minute by minute.
In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Xuan Meimei woke up on the hotel's large bed to find that Liang Tian was no longer by her side.
She suddenly sat up, realizing something was wrong.
Barefoot, she jumped out of bed and frantically searched for the contract she had brought. The contract was unchanged from when she had brought it the prior day; the signature line was still blank.
Xuan Meimei felt deceived, as if the person was intentionally playing her for a fool.
Now, she had already paid the corresponding price, but things failed to progress as she had hoped.
Xuan Meimei wanted to sob but no tears came. In anger, she threw the contract to the ground.
