Pei Lin grabbed the cup of coffee, wanting to throw it in his face, but ultimately restrained her impulse and left the room. At this moment, all she wanted was to escape quickly and stay far away from this scoundrel.
In the elevator, she turned to look back, noticing that Yang Mufeng hadn't followed, which allowed her to slightly relax, hoping his pestering would end here.
A notification sound came from her phone. Pei Lin glanced at WeChat, her face filled with shame and anxiety.
The snowfall on Weishan Island arrived suddenly, just before the Lunar New Year. Most of the construction sites on the island had already stopped work and gone on holiday. Without the roar of machines and the hustle and bustle of vehicles, the entire Weishan Island became quiet.
With a sudden decrease in workers, the small island felt desolate.
