There was no one else around.
Wen Zhi halted in her tracks but did not turn around; she was hesitating. However, in the few seconds of her hesitation, the man had already walked up behind her.
A faint smell of fir mixed with the scent of tobacco enveloped her from behind, trapping her in a net-like embrace.
Wen Zhi's body tensed slightly; she took a deep breath and slowly turned around, her gorgeous lips curving into a smile as she called out to him, "Mr. Shang."
Shang Hexing held a cigarette between his fingertips, his arm angled slightly back to keep the smoke from bothering her, and looked down as he said, "Very beautiful."
Wen Zhi's apricot eyes sparkled, and she looked up at him with a smile, "Mr. Shang, you also look very handsome tonight."
Shang Hexing raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps it's because you tied the tie well."
Was this his way of complimenting her for tying his tie that morning?
Wen Zhi lowered her head to hide the subtle emotion that suddenly surged within her.
