Ning Fan, somewhat disheveled, dashed out the door, leaving Xu Rongfei with a resolute silhouette.
Watching Ning Fan turn and walk away, Xu Rongfei put away the intoxicated expression she had displayed earlier, and the corners of her mouth suddenly curled into a cold sneer.
She picked up the red wine from the coffee table, took a gentle sip, stood up, and shook her disheveled hair off her shoulders, walking gracefully to the window.
At this moment, there was nothing wrong with her legs or feet, no hint of a twist or discomfort. It was obvious that the pain she had shown Ning Fan was all an act.
"What a blockhead, all my schemes and he's still uninterested. Could it be that I'm really getting old?"
Xu Rongfei murmured to herself with a hint of worry as she looked at her reflection in the window glass.
