The corridor was quiet, sunlight streaming down through the glass curtain wall. Shi Nian felt beads of sweat quietly seeping from her scalp. She nervously rubbed her hands, lifting her eyes to look at the man wearing sunglasses.
"Mr. Tang, thank you and the police for your kindness. But, forgive my bluntness, I don't think you're the right choice."
She could accept 24-hour personal protection, but she couldn't accept that this person was Tang Yanqing.
There was a barrier in her heart she couldn't get past: He was still a stranger to her, but they had had such intimate contact... The thought of him moving into her and Xiang Yuan's home, creating a world of three, made her unbearably uncomfortable.
"Then who do you think is suitable?" He looked at her over the sunglasses, showing condescension.
His voice was soft, but it carried an invisible pressure, dropping over her along with the overwhelming sunlight.
She took a deep breath, "That Mr. Jia isn't bad."
