283, The Most Beautiful Age of a Woman

As they stepped out of the elevator, Song Qinghuan, Bai Rubing, and Yu Yang lagged behind, walking slowly.

She watched Shi Yuhuan's figure receding into the distance, observed him and Zhan Jie leisurely leaving the company, and through the glass doors, she saw them getting into a Maserati parked by the roadside, before they drove off.

The expression in Song Qinghuan's eyes as she watched them seemed all too familiar to Bai Rubing. It was the same look she often had when Shi Yuhuan left her behind.

Could it be?

As her heart pounded, she managed to keep a calm facade despite her inner turmoil.

"Qinghuan, it's rare to see you daydreaming like this," she teased gently, but with a significant undertone.

Song Qinghuan came back to her senses, only to see Yu Yang looking worried and Bai Rubing's gaze doubtfully amused.

She suddenly became uncomfortable all over, as if caught red-handed doing something wrong.