Xiang Wenxin sipped her coffee lightly and felt truly satisfied, a contented smile spreading across her lips.
She took a couple of drags from her remaining cigarette. It was nearly burnt out but still wasn't hot on the lips, a sensation she really relished.
Once the cigarette was extinguished, her delicate face turned slightly stern, yet she still radiated an irresistible cuteness.
"Actually, it doesn't seem like there's much to be resentful or bitter about!"
She mumbled to herself in a sweet, soft tone that was truly comforting to hear.
Liu Zhizhong was speechless... The young people in this circle are really twisted!
"Yet in your eyes, she is a wench?"
Xiang Wenxin nodded, "Exactly, a total wench. What's wrong with that?"
"And why do you consider her a wench?"
Xiang Wenxin's expression hardened again, utterly adorable.
In fact, she was a 28-year-old woman, single, dignified, and haughty, usually not the type that men would favor.
