When stature, temperament, and grace are all top-notch, facial features suddenly don't seem so important.
At the doorway, she stood tall with a slight smile, the smile in her eyes lingering on Jiang Lin, a black turtleneck sweater hiding the wound on her neck, but if one looked closely, the traces on her chin were still visible.
The difference was that she had torn off the adhesive bandage from the night before when she left the house this morning.
"What are you doing here?" Jiang Lin spoke, his words tinged with displeasure.
"Can't I come?" She still stood at the door, unmoved, smiling at Jiang Lin, seemingly intent on picking a fight.
Having said that, her gaze leisurely shifted to Xue Yuan beside him and she continued, "Is President Jiang sure he wants to argue with me in front of an outsider? Or is it that outsiders already know about our discord?"
