The Marked One-Week Deadline

‘One wrong move, and she would be left in discomfort,’ Shen Zeming thought inwardly as he observed Duan Mei's body language.

In the next moment, he reached for her hands, surprising her, as she was about to resist. He looked into her eyes and said, "Miss Duan, you know my relationship with Officer Wei, but it's just…"

Instead of revealing the complete truth, he withdrew his hands that had been gently caressing her smooth, slender palms, then sighed before taking a sip of his drink. "It's just that I believe she is colluding with the villain."

Those were his last words, as Shen Zeming didn't turn towards her. Instead, he looked at the scenery outside the glass door, where the city beneath the night sky seemed indifferent to his gloomy demeanor. They were dining at the skyscraper's highest floor.