So this is how she's been living since the breakup?
Without disturbing her, Zhou Luchen lazily rested his arm on the balcony railing, occasionally sipping his iced water.
Zhuang Ming came to his side and handed him the vibrating phone. "Your…"
Within less than a second, Zhou Luchen turned his head, signaling Zhuang Ming to shut up.
Young Master Zhou's gaze was chilling, full of warning. Zhuang Ming had no choice but to put away the phone. It was a call from a congressman; if such an important matter was deemed unimportant by his boss, then so be it.
Downstairs, she finished a cigarette but didn't rush inside. Instead, she said coquettishly, "Had your fill of watching, Zhou Luchen?"
Shen Jing had definitely heard Zhuang Ming's voice; there was no way she wouldn't understand.
Zhuang Ming's voice was highly recognizable, rough and distinctly masculine.
Abroad, in Switzerland of all places, someone was speaking Chinese.
That wasn't hard to guess.
