One hundred and seventy-eight, meet

The driver gestured to Luo Shu to proceed, and she did so without the slightest hesitation, walking towards the front.

The door was slowly pulled open from the inside, and as Luo Shu stepped in, she saw a man clad in a black trench coat, lazily leaning against the couch.

His features were exquisite and pronounced, with long, slanted, peach-shaped eyes that gave a mischievous tilt to his handsome face, which oozed charm. His sensually thin lips seemed to ensnare one's soul, carrying a hint of wicked curvature.

The man swirled the red wine in his glass and gazed at Luo Shu with a playful look as she approached, nodding towards the seat opposite him with his chin, "Have a seat!"

Luo Shu didn't stand on ceremony and sat down opposite him, "Did you bring me here for a reason?" She naturally recognized the man in front of her, none other than Song Xiran, who caused her demise in her previous life.