She didn't expect Fu Huai'an to ask so bluntly and with such an assured tone. She paused for a short while, shocked, then uneasily tucked her hair behind her ear as she awkwardly averted her eyes. "I heard everything…"

As soon as she recalled how Lu Jinnan told Fu Huai'an she was "the difficult type", her ears grew hot.

Perhaps in the eyes of men like Lu Jinnan and Fu Huai'an, women would be willing to give their bodies to them when they needed relief.

Fu Huai'an placed the bottle of water next to the warm cup of tea. He tilted his face and flicked his cigar in the trash bin next to the sink, his profile appearing even more defined under the warm lights of the kitchen.

"Did it ever cross your mind that Wong Ling is old enough to be an elder of the Haicheng channel? It's not like she doesn't have any support behind her… so why would she send bags and makeup to a nameless makeup artist?"

The smoke traveled out of Fu Huai'an's lips and dissipated into the air, still unable to cover his piercing eyes.

Lin Nuan had never thought about it. In fact, she unconsciously felt that Shen Weiwei was intentionally lying in front of her to get some kind of benefit—until Lin Nuan heard