After a brief call with the butler, Fu Nian furrowed her brows and calculated the date; tomorrow would be Wen Mama's birthday.
Thinking of this, Fu Nian phoned Berlin Law Firm and arranged for someone to prepare flowers, then sent them anonymously to the grave.
Fu Nian commemorated the Wen Family parents in her own way every year.
...
Hanging up the phone, Fu Nian glanced outside the window; it was already dark.
Fu Nian stood by the window, looking down at the scenery below, her gaze finally fixing on that arrogant light purple Lamborghini sports car.
It was Jing Luo.
Every day when she got off work, she could see Jing Luo waiting for her downstairs.
Fu Nian pressed her cherry lips together; the man persistently waited for her.
Throughout this month.
Although Jing Luo didn't openly harass her in the name of business, he did wait downstairs every day.
Waiting for her to get off work.
This feeling...
Very comforting.
Yet it left Fu Nian somewhat helpless.
