Jiang Wei particularly disliked the feeling of being arranged, and the meal was tasteless. Halfway through the dinner, she used the excuse of going to the bathroom to escape from the private room.
The sound of flowing water filled her ears as Jiang Wei looked at herself in the mirror, mockingly curling the corner of her mouth.
Her phone on the washbasin kept vibrating. Jiang Wei glanced down at it.
It was from Jiang's mother, probably urging her to return.
Expressionlessly, she swiped up to hang up, pulled a piece of paper to dry her hands, and tossed the crumpled paper into the trash bin.
As she walked out of the ladies' room, she saw a man smoking against the wall.
