Before Wen Zhiyao could say anything more, Jian Tao hung up the phone on the other side.
Wen Zhiyao stood in place, stunned for a few seconds. It was time to go back.
Repeated rejections and living like a tortoise sheltering in its shell were not the kind of life she wanted.
Wen Zhiyao placed her phone on the table and went into the bathroom for a shower.
Half an hour later, she came out and her gaze fell on Granny Xiang's shopping bag, and Wen Zhiyao had a bold idea.
Time passed quickly and it was Sunday in no time.
In the morning, Wen Zhiyao declined an invitation from Jiang She, and started applying a meticulous makeup in front of the mirror.
She was naturally beautiful and radiant. With the enhancement of makeup, she was undoubtedly the center of attraction wherever she stood.
She picked up her bag and left the apartment. A taxi she had booked in advance was waiting by the roadside.
"Driver, take me to No.2, Garden Road," Wen Zhiyao casually instructed.
