"After experiencing the sudden death of Mubai and cooperating with the investigation during these days, I've come to understand a lot of life's principles. Life is fragile—it slips away in the blink of an eye if we're not careful, so we must cherish it. Let's leave the past in the past," Qiao Ran said with a generous smile.
"Qiao Ran, you really are too kind. Thank you for forgiving me," said Zhang Qianqian, picking up a glass of red wine and handing it to Qiao Ran. "Today is my birthday, let's have a drink."
Qiao Ran took the red wine and clinked glasses with Zhang Qianqian. "Happy birthday!"
After Qiao Ran finished the wine, a cold, cunning smile flickered in Zhang Qianqian's eyes. She then drank down the wine in her own glass.
"Knock, knock, knock…" The sound of knocking came from outside.
"Come in!"
A delivery person wearing a red uniform and sporting a full beard walked in.