Noise came from outside the door as Xiaoliu led Song Ling to sit on the sofa.
Having received no reply to her text message, Jiang Ni didn't continue to wait. She put away her phone and slowly fastened her shirt buttons, put on her coat, and straightened her cuffs before walking outside.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, CEO Song."
"No worries, I lost track of time myself." Song Ling was of a certain age but well-maintained; when she smiled, hardly any wrinkles showed on her face.
With her naturally good looks, it was evident that she was a great beauty in her youth, worthy of Jiang Songhai's affair.
Unlike the previous two times when they faced off in public, the atmosphere seemed somewhat relaxed now that they were meeting alone.
But both knew that this was an illusion.
The saying goes, "Two tigers cannot share one mountain." At this critical juncture, neither wanted to let the other have the upper hand.
