"I haven't arranged a room for you."
On the bustling road, Li Shuru rested her elbow on the car window, supporting her head with her hand, as light and shadow danced through Maserati's windshield, occasionally brightening or darkening her expression.
Women.
So realistic indeed.
No.
More likely, the identity of an entrepreneur playing tricks.
Proposed the exchange life plan, and now doesn't even call 'Sister'.
But there's no client A or B here, though she proposed the project, the other party hasn't agreed, nor needs to.
"How did you know?"
Look.
Fang Qing wasn't thankful, let alone grateful, her tone even quite cold and hard.
Indeed.
Cold and hard.
Worse than attitude towards a stranger.
"Women have a special skill, the sixth sense."
Li Shuru lazily supported her head, streaks of curved hair hung down from her cheek.
She looked forward without observing the other's expression, "Sister Fang Qing, didn't you predict that I would come to find you."
