It was ten o'clock.
In Zhonghai, on the forty-fifth floor of Hengmao Building, was the office of Treasure Magazine where Xia Youyou and Qi Wenjie worked.
With a melon seed face and willow leaf eyebrows, arched brows, and eyes clear as water. She had a well-shaped nose and red lips framing white teeth. Her graceful neck led towards her proud and ample figure—Xia Youyou was surrounded by a host of employees from Treasure Magazine.
On that exceedingly beautiful, picture-perfect face of the city's cherished beauty were two streams of tear stains.
Mournful and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Xia Youyou, Lin Fei's once most beloved, inherently possessed the delicate charm typical of women from the water villages. Typically, she resembled an orchid in a secluded valley, exuding a sense of proud solitude.
But now, she was encircled by her colleagues, the classic center of attention.
