Shortly past six in the evening, at the five-star hotel where Mu Shanshan was staying.
Presidential Suite.
Lin Fei, rushing back from the luxury yacht belonging to Xia Yutong, stood facing Mu Shanshan, and the atmosphere was a bit tense.
Finally, Mu Shanshan took the initiative to greet Lin Fei, saying, "Have a seat first."
"No need, I'll stand."
"Standing or sitting, it makes no difference to me."
"Then I might as well sit."
After a brief exchange of words, which was more of a verbal sparring.
Lin Fei and Mu Shanshan sat facing each other.
Compared to the past when he would often sit with his legs crossed, today Lin Fei, who was called back by a call from Mu Shanshan, was sitting upright for once.
Though it's exaggerated to say that he was only touching the edge of the sofa, Lin Fei was clearly quite nervous inside.
After all, this was the first time Mu Shanshan had actively called him back while he was having a secret meeting with another woman.
