I put on my coat and headed out. A servant was blocking Shen Weiwei from coming upstairs. Hearing the commotion, she looked up, adorned in a Chanel-inspired outfit that accentuated her privileged air.
Anger was etched on her face. She released the arm she had been tugging with the servant and said, "You've finally come out."
"What brings First Miss of Shen Family here to see me?" I descended the stairs slowly, my fingers gliding over the banister, pondering the purpose of Shen Weiwei's visit today. She usually cared much about her image, and it was strange for her to act out of character on such a cold day.
"You know damn well why I'm here." She gritted her teeth tightly, her decorative handbag thrown onto the sofa. "Don't play innocent with me. No one else could have done this but you."
