Wanxin thought about everything that happened that day, her heart suspended in midair, unable to settle down peacefully.
Fu Shihan stared at her as she sat upright without glancing away from the window, her eyes filled with gloom.
"If you hadn't been secretly photographed, I would be in Italy right now, signing a contract worth several billion euros," Fu Shihan began coldly. "Do you think you're worth several billion?"
His tone was flat, making him sound somewhat calm, but Wanxin knew this was just a facade.
"Not worth it," she replied, head lowered. "So you've come running back here, at a great loss."
No sooner had she finished speaking than she was violently yanked over by the person next to her.
Wanxin bumped right into his embrace, and looking up, she saw those dark eyes shimmering with a cold light.
He had come straight from the airport, wearing a suit he wore for business meetings, carrying his distinctive scent along with a faint smell of cigarettes.