Still in the break room, Gu Jiangnian leaned against the big bed, half-naked, his gaze sweeping over the room full of red Mao Zedong portraits.
His expression was icy cold, exuding a bone-chilling aura as if he wanted to kill someone.
Jiang Muwan treated him like a prostitute.
Outside the room, Xu Fang leaned against the wall smoking. Hearing the office door open, he looked back and saw Jiang Muwan with a gloomy face,
her cold eyes brimming with overwhelming murderous intent as she looked his way, causing Xu Fang's hand, raised in the midst of smoking, to freeze in midair. He looked at her, speechless for a long moment.
Jiang Muwan was not someone to be trifled with, Xu Fang had learned that long ago.
A pushover would not plan every move with such precision, creating a tightly interlocked strategy.
"Where's Fu Jing?" asked Jiang Muwan, her voice chilly as ice, which snapped Xu Fang back to reality.
"Lanjun Residence," Xu Fang answered truthfully.
