By the time he left the company, it was eight o'clock sharp in the evening.
As soon as Wen Sheng stepped out of the office building, his eyes caught the red Ferrari parked by the roadside.
In the cold weather, Zhu Qingjia wore a long white down jacket, with a black tight-fitting dress and thigh-high boots underneath. Her fair, long legs were beautifully chilling.
When Zhu Qingjia saw Wen Sheng coming out, she hastily ended her phone call and approached him, "Sister Sheng!"
"Have you been waiting long?" Wen Sheng had received a call from Zhu Qingjia before finishing work, arranging to have dinner together.
However, Wen Sheng was piled up with too much work and had to call back to cancel the plans. But Zhu Qingjia insisted on waiting for him after work, saying she had something important to discuss in person.
"Not too long. How about we have hotpot tonight?" Zhu Qingjia affectionately locked arms with Wen Sheng and tried to squeeze out a smile.
