"Bastard!" Back at the hotel, the more Zhang Xianwei thought about it, the angrier he got. Ye Qiu and Cheng Ruiting actually gave him no face at all. Ye Qiu had definitely latched onto Cheng Ruiting, that's why she dared show him that attitude. And Cheng Ruiting too—was he really that desperate?
Zhang Xianwei snorted coldly. From now on, if he ever thought about Ye Qiu again, he'd be a fool. What did whatever happened to that woman have to do with him?
"Liang Feng, book me a plane ticket, I'm going back."
"Boss, there was just a heavy snow in Ming City, all flights are grounded. Do you need me to get you a high-speed rail ticket instead?"
"No." Zhang Xianwei irritably yanked off his tie. "Go out and buy me a coffee. Set a meeting for eight tonight."
"Yes."
After giving his orders, Zhang Xianwei boredly turned on the TV. Seeing it was all those melodramatic soap operas, he was about to turn it off when a line from the show suddenly made him freeze.
