Lin Xianni felt humiliated.
Back at the hotel, she gave up on herself.
She changed clothes and sat on the sofa, feeling another wave of loneliness.
She wanted to make up with the bartender.
At least, he was physically satisfying her.
Just as she was about to make a call, the doorbell rang.
Lin Xianni got up cheerfully: It must be Jitang, he can't let go of her, all those things he said earlier were just spoken in anger.
The door opened.
Outside, however, stood Mrs. Yin.
"It's you!" Lin Xianni was embarrassed, her spirits dampened.
Mrs. Yin entered the suite.
She wasn't angry.
She said, "Tonight's failure only proves that Young Master Ji can't forget you. Without love, how could there be hate?"
Lin Xianni sat on the sofa and poured herself a glass of red wine.
She was troubled: "But he has so many women around him!"
Mrs. Yin walked behind her, gently placed her hands on her shoulders, and offered guidance.
