Knowing full well she would be scolded, she still came here.
What a coincidence.
Zhuang Ming was a jinx.
Zhou Luchen was waiting for her right outside the door.
He leaned quietly against the car, eyes downcast, toying with a brass Givenchy lighter in his hand.
The flame leaped up.
After a brief pause, he snuffed it out with the palm of his hand, a gesture he performed with practiced ease.
Despite his handsome features, his gaze on Shen Jing was overly dark and intense.
He enjoyed playing cards with peers from his circle but never overindulged. He freely gave away sports cars and property as gifts without a care, yet he had never stepped foot into a place like this to squander his wealth.
The first rule of the Zhou Family, memorized since childhood, even had to be recited while trekking the Great Wall against the clock.
