At nightfall, the city lights began to glow.
A white Audi stopped below Jiang Che's company building, the driver got out of the car, and opened the door for Lu Sirong.
Lu Sirong, dressed to the nines, stepped out of the car carrying a thermal container.
She brushed her hair aside and then instructed the driver, "You wait here for me, I'll call you if I need anything."
"Yes, Miss Sirong," the driver replied respectfully.
Lu Sirong often visited Jiang Che's company, and the receptionist downstairs recognized her. After a greeting, she went straight upstairs.
The elevator stopped at the 15th floor.
Before stepping out of the elevator, Lu Sirong took out her compact and carefully checked her makeup, shyly smiling at her reflection in the small mirror.
Beautiful, perfect, the epitome of grace.
Despite Ge Weihong's advice, she loved to look beautiful and insisted on wearing a pair of seven centimeter stiletto sandals even while pregnant.
