The corner of that person's mouth stiffened, seeming surprised that Su Jiameng dared to talk to her like that. She took a deep breath, suddenly flashed a charming smile, and said, "No problem, ten minutes is enough. Maybe by then, you will wish this time could last a bit longer..."
Su Jiameng responded indifferently. As she walked down the corridor, she flipped the fingers of her right hand that was in her pocket. A blade shimmering with a cold light was pressed tightly between her fingers, her expression unchanged as she wondered what exactly this woman wanted to say...
"Do you recognize this photo?" They reached a private, small lounge. Seeing her put away the door card, it seemed to be her personal space. As she just sat down on the soft sofa, she took out a photo screenshot from her smart brain. It was precisely the one Zhu Mengtong had sent to Liu Shiyi earlier. Su Jiameng took a closer look and instantly was speechless, the other party taking her silence as acquiescence.
