"Additionally, I'm quite vengeful. If you harm Wen Changling, I'll harm you too, so please, Miss Fu, think carefully before you act."
Fu Ying's expression was cold. "Are you threatening me?"
Xie Shang didn't deny it. "You can take it that way." He stood up, his attitude indicating that there was no need to delay their time any further, "Miss Fu, take your time with the drink."
Xie Shang left first and closed the door behind him.
Fu Ying sat alone for a while. The water in her cup had gone cold. She dipped her finger into the water and wrote a character on the table: Wen. The 'Wen' of Wen Changling.
She laughed.
What about a person who shone like stars or the moon, they were still bewitched by the Wen family's girl.
Fu Ying picked up the document Xie Shang had left behind, placed it in her bag, and turned to leave.
She pushed open the door.
A man stood erect at the entrance, nearly one meter ninety in height, his mere presence exuded an intense sense of oppression.
"Madam."