2021, summer.
That night, the lighting was dim, and the air was filled with the fragrance of shower gel and faint flowers, mingling together, indescribably pleasant.
Jiang Tan had just come out of the bathroom, her body damp, covered in a mist of water vapor.
She had just moved in and couldn't find the hairdryer, so she just sat obediently.
In the days since Jiang Tan had moved in, she hadn't seen Zhou Yinghuai.
Zhou Yinghuai was very busy.
Jiang Tan knew it wasn't an illusion; how could the head of Weixi Group not be busy?
Jiang Tan didn't intend to disturb Zhou Yinghuai. She had a clear understanding of her place and thus remained quiet, never asking an extra question.
The moment the door was pushed open, Jiang Tan was drying her hair with a towel.
The man stood in the doorway, tall and well-proportioned, with an indifferent face, noble and aloof. His eyes were deep, silently observing Jiang Tan, making her feel unfathomable.
