I don't know how much time had passed.
When Shen Yanhe's blank mind gradually came to, she realized she was lying on Fu Yanhe's shoulder, breathing heavily.
A warm, large hand rested on her back, gently stroking up and down, soothing her breath.
The room was quiet, neither of them spoke.
After a long while, Shen Yanhe pursed her slightly numb lips, straightened up her body, and looked intently at Fu Yanhe, her cat-like eyes slightly squinting, "So, you are the mysterious boss behind the MX underground boxing ring?"
Only the boss behind the boxing ring could have such command over Fang Zhi, having him scheme against her.
Yet, in all her years at the boxing ring, she had never seen him, only hearing about him through idle chats of the veteran boxers who had been there for a long time.
They said the mysterious boss behind the MX underground boxing ring was a powerful figure from the capital.
