Xia Ning asked for directions and went straight to Fu Han's office. Along the way, no one dared to stop her, after all, the deterrent force from her recent overwhelming victory was still present.
The door to Fu Han's office was not closed, and from outside one could see He Xing and Fu Han having a meal together, the sweet atmosphere between them creating a barrier of sorts, keeping everyone else out.
It felt like, even for someone like Xia Ning who dreamed of tearing them apart, their sweetness was too much; it was the kind of love that wanted to reach the peak, a natural and effortless sweetness.
Xia Ning had been standing at the door of the office for two minutes, but neither He Xing nor Fu Han had noticed her, even though a simple lift of their eyes would have allowed them to see Xia Ning.
