All adult relationships revolve around either desire or interest, and Fu Jing's and Xue Yuan's sitting together for a meal today was certainly not driven by the former.
Indeed, each of them had their own master's interests in mind as they dined.
But when experts cross swords, even amid a raging battle, you wouldn't see a trace of smoke.
In the restaurant, the elegant sound of a piano began to play not far away.
Propping her chin, Fu Jing's gaze wandered towards the window. Across the river, the neon lights dazzled with their colors, and luxury cruise ships carrying guests for a nighttime voyage on the Lan River occasionally sounded their horns.
It had quite the charm of a night in Shanghai.
"C City is indeed a nice place," one could feel the city's extravagance and luxury just by sitting here.
"The Capital is not bad either," Xue Yuan replied in a low voice, and as the waiter came over with the wine, he reached for it and personally poured a glass of red wine for Fu Jing.
