Jiang Jin seemed to be standing in the mist, smiling at her.
Her complexion swiftly turned pale, even the staff noticed her abnormality.
The staff asked with concern, "Ma'am, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhu Ying acted as if she hadn't heard what was being said, turning and striding towards the floor-to-ceiling glass.
She was both frightened and brave, she simply couldn't believe Jiang Jin was really standing in the fog watching her.
Arriving at the window, Zhu Ying stared fiercely at the fog-covered tarmac, which was empty.
After a moment passed, Zhu Ying sneered, her mouth curling mockingly as she muttered to herself, "It's just a fog, isn't it? Jiang Jin, I know what you're trying to do, you want to use the fog to stop me, but dream on! I'm definitely leaving today, let's see what you can do?"
Zhu Ying's muttering was like giving herself a shot of courage.
Years ago, she had pushed Jiang Jin off the bridge in the dark fog.
