Su Ninglu made a promise to Leng Yichen, and for some unknown reason, he agreed to let her return to work at the company.
The depths of the man's eyes were too profound, Su Ninglu couldn't understand them.
But no matter what, she swore she wouldn't be so foolish as to not leave herself a way out again. She would make sure that Shu Qiqi, that wench, would live a life worse than death.
In Leng's residence, Shu Qiqi, who had just spread out her drawing paper, shuddered.
It was spring; it shouldn't be this cold.
She walked over to close the window and turned back to start mixing her paints.
Not long after, a servant knocked on the door: "Madam, the young master asks for you in the study."
"Isn't he..." Shu Qiqi stopped mid-sentence: "Understood."
Leng Yichen wasn't going to see Su Ninglu and was back so soon! Although it was strange, Shu Qiqi still put down her paintbrush and headed to the study.