Xia Lu had just flipped open a page, then snapped it shut again. Peeking into someone else's diary was unethical, and the moment she realized it was a diary, she abandoned the thought of snooping.
But as she looked down, the degree of wear and tear on the notebook was extraordinary; if not ten years old, it had to be at least eight. Could such an old item belong to Zhou Mingchen? She remembered how her own old diaries made her cringe with embarrassment to the tips of her toes. Would that guy Zhou Mingchen sneak peeks at his old diaries?
Regardless, she put the diary back where she found it and left the study. Besides that, she had other things to do today.
Her car stopped at the entrance of the shopping mall, and she promptly pushed the door open and stepped out, heading straight for the makeup counter. However, the spot where she had seen the proprietress just the day before yesterday was now occupied by someone else serving customers.
