Zhu Yilan could have waited for Fu Jichen to come out before bringing up the phone call, but she couldn't control her emotions, so she impulsively came to the third floor to see for herself.
The door wasn't closed, and she clearly saw the man she cared about gently caressing another woman's cheek. Even though the surrounding atmosphere between them was not right, it couldn't erase the fact of their intimacy.
So, the birth control pills she bought, for whom were they intended? It seemed there was no need to think much as the answer was right before her.
Zhu Yilan's heart felt tightly clenched by an invisible hand.
When Fu Jichen came out, she took a few deep breaths to find her voice before calmly speaking, "Mr. Chen, would you prefer to have the dinner with President Tan scheduled for noon or evening?"
Fu Jichen straightened the metal strap of his wristwatch, glanced down at the time—ten thirty.
"Noon."
"Okay, I'll inform President Tan's side immediately."
