Three years apart, Wang Shuoming was no longer the reckless young man who squandered his parents' money on parties. He had studied abroad for three years and had also taken a position at the company. Currently, dressed in a casual Brioni outfit and sporting a pair of gold wire glasses, he looked every inch the corporate elite. The woman twined around his wrist was a car model who had gained some fame recently; she was tall and slim, with long wavy hair, heavily applied smoky makeup, and glanced over at them with a tilted head.
Initially, Zhao Ziyin's face showed traces of despondency, but upon seeing the scumbag and his woman, she adopted a stern expression. Her face showed no hint of sorrow; instead, she held her head high as if she were desperately clinging to dignity.
