Second floor.
Wen Zhi followed Shang Hexing into an elegant private room.
The waiter didn't follow, having gone to report to Shang Jing.
"Why have you come to Jinping Mansion?" Shang Hexing sat down on the sofa.
Wen Zhi stood, "To see Shang Jing."
Shang Hexing lifted his gaze, "What for?"
Wen Zhi pressed her lips together.
Shang Hexing, "Is it inconvenient to say?"
Wen Zhi was at a loss whether to nod or shake her head. After hesitating for a long while, she answered him, "The madam asked Shang Jing to spend more time with me, saying he could take me out."
Shang Hexing narrowed his slender eyes, staring at her for a moment, then he raised his hand and tapped the space beside him.
The meaning was clear, he was asking her to sit.
But Wen Zhi dared not sit because, whenever she got close to him, scenes from her dreams would always emerge in her mind.
Her face burnt red with shame and indignation.
"Wen Zhi." Shang Hexing called her name, "Come here."
