It was already evening. Shen Jing didn't rush back to Jinwu after work; instead, she went to the mall with Liang Yingning.
President Zhou wasn't there.
Liang Yingning had almost become a regular at seeking out Shen Jing. "President Zhou has returned to Shanghai, yet he hasn't come to see you?" she asked.
Shen Jing shrugged.
"It's probably the Zhou Family's matriarch's birthday banquet," Liang Yingning said.
Shen Jing hadn't heard about it. She opened her phone. His profile picture was still, blank ever since she first added him on WeChat.
She didn't know if he ever posted on Moments; whenever she checked it, it was always a blank space.
Nothing at all. Just like him—so reserved and mysterious, impossible to understand.
