The day broke, the sun shining brilliantly. Tang Ying's outfit today was all fashionably purchased from the pedestrian street last night, quite pricey—a pale pink dress set under a mink coat that didn't obscure her perfect figure, flesh-colored stockings, and pristine white heels. Beautiful, noble, sexy—with her stunning facial features, she gave Zhang Ziwen a dizzying feeling. Her reserved yet sweet smile seemed to accelerate the blood pumping through his veins. Had she forgotten about last night's anger toward him? Zhang Ziwen didn't quite understand, nor would he understand that this was simply the last beautiful image Tang Ying was showing him...