After Aunt Wang left, her placid expression cracked slightly, revealing a trace of sorrow. She set down the powder puff and looked at her reflection in the mirror, a tiredness that even the makeup couldn't hide. Her lips curled into a mocking smile.
Wasn't this the outcome she wanted? Frankly, there was no need to feel dejected.
Yet, she was suddenly reminded of a previous conversation with Huo Shenting in the Huo residence; her response then had been very serious.
Now, it was reminding her that some people, if they weren't hers, shouldn't be the object of her foolish dreams.
Her cellphone rang by her side, and she glanced at it to see it was a call from her assistant. After stabilizing her emotions, she answered.
"Xiao Mao, what's up?"
Assistant Mao had learned from Assistant Zhao the day before that Ye Shu had already been taken out of the police station by Huo Shenting, so he called her early in the morning.
