Ji Wei's words left Zimei speechless. She curled her lips in slight resignation but didn't refute.
Having said enough, Ji Wei didn't want to linger on. Claiming she still had work to do, she turned and left.
Zimei watched her leave, quietly closing the door behind her. Her seductive black eyes swirled with a complex expression.
Standing silently in the radiant light, she only came back to her senses when the cigarette in her fingers burned down completely. Her gaze lowered slightly as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart.
Her red lips parted, and her voice, sultry and alluring, came through: "A Cheng, busy with work? If you're free tonight, let's have dinner."
"Sorry, no time." On the other end of the line, a man's cold rejection came as no surprise.
