Night.
Mu Shanshan, the ice-cold CEO, was staying at the Star Hotel.
Presidential suite.
The atmosphere carried an indescribable awkwardness and heaviness.
Lin Fei, with a face twisted in pain, was glaring angrily at Mu Shanshan, the ice-cold CEO.
On the receiving end of the glare, Mu Shanshan looked like a child who had done something wrong, keeping her head down and remaining silent.
From time to time, she would occasionally steal a glance at Lin Fei. But when her gaze met Lin Fei's, the woman would quickly lower her head again.
The situation between them, accompanied by Lin Fei's occasional gasps for air, lasted for almost five minutes.
Mu Shanshan, the ice-cold CEO, took a few deep breaths silently, then raised her delicate head slightly, her charming eyes full of apology, and spoke to Lin Fei, "Lin Fei, I'm sorry. I, I didn't do it on purpose."
