815 Who Was That Person? (1)

Shen Liangchuan's pupils shrank as he tightly clutched the card that was in his hand.

Forgotten his anger?

He had never forgotten it, not even for a day.

But he could no longer avenge the man.

He sat quietly in the study for a while, then he shot up from his seat and tore the card, throwing the torn bits into the trash bin.

As he narrowed his eyes in deep contemplation, the study room door was pushed open with a crack.

He opened his eyes and looked at the door. It was Qiao Lian. She walked in with a glass of milk in her hand.

She blinked and placed the glass of milk on the table. She said, "You just asked Auntie Li to get you coffee, so I'm here to deliver it."

Shen Liangchuan paused a moment upon hearing this. His gaze fell on the glass of milk.

Qiao Lian smiled in a pleasing manner and said, "If you're tired, go to bed. Don't drink coffee to stay up, it's not good for your nerves."