Leh Ying sneezed even more violently that night, almost running out of tissues beside her bed—her nose tip red from all the wiping.
The next day, after taking cold medicine, she felt a bit better. Whether he was there or not, it didn't matter—she had been medicating every other day, and it looked like it was time to get a gym membership.
As the Spring Festival approached, the art gallery became even busier with customers ordering paintings as gifts. Thankfully, Zhang Qisheng was handling everything behind the scenes.
It was just watching Meng Xiuyuan and Li Ting constantly at each other's throats, neither willing to give in.
Over a meal with Li Ting, Leh Ying heard her say, "President Meng wants a son on one hand and expects me to soften and work in the company on the other. He's short of taking me to court. A couple's verbal promise—there's no evidence to sue over."
