On Jiangbin Avenue.
Shen Wanxing wore that rose-pink waist-hugging long dress, her feet in the hotel's disposable slippers. She suspected Lin Yuan had some grudge against her—the rose-pink was too picky, and it was easy to accidentally dress in a garish way.
"Hey, I'm fine now."
She held the phone in her hand as she called, "Lawyer Fu, don't worry, I just accidentally pressed your number."
She knew the truth all too well, yet she still tried hard to cover it up with lies.
She hung up the call, still feeling aggrieved.
"Driver, please turn around and head to the Shens."
This wasn't over yet.
Before she toppled Shen Heng, she should collect some interest first.
The taxi driver turned the car around and headed for the Shens.
Half an hour later.
Shen Wanxing got out of the taxi wearing slippers and walked into the Shens' lobby under the astonished gazes of onlookers.
