It's the same teahouse, the same private room.
Fu Meiting held her teacup, silently watching the outside world through the window. Her brows were knitted together in a deep pensive look, like a piece of dark ink that would never fade away.
Xie Wuming ordered her to sabotage Zhang Xian. However, as she had gotten to know him, she found Zhang Xian to be different from others. Emotions had sprouted in her heart, and she was at a loss on how to handle it.
She hesitated to carry out the plan, but she also couldn't let Xie Wuming down by not doing anything.
Approaching her thirties, she recognized herself as attractive and competent, even somewhat proud and snobby. No ordinary man could catch her eye. But now that she had finally found a man she appreciated, she was faced with enormous dilemmas.
"Ding Ling Ling..." A sudden ringtone brought her back from her thoughts.
