"..." Ning Guiwan was at a loss for words.
Quan Yu had merely moved closer without overstepping boundaries. Yet, that gesture alone made her uncomfortable, her hands suddenly unsure where to rest.
Ultimately, a phone call rescued her; it was from Tan Xi, who wanted to see her.
Tan Xi had not gone to work that day. Wanting to see Ning Guiwan at this time meant she likely had something important to discuss.
The car stopped once again beneath the towering apartment building in the Dongling District. Without even getting out, Ning Guiwan saw Tan Xi standing beside the flashy, golden revolving door.
Tan Xi was dressed neatly, her makeup carefully applied, her face powdered and cheeks rouged, showing no outward signs of distress.
However, the suitcase standing by her feet silently spoke of the torment within her.
