Shen Jing came out of the shower, sat down in her chair, lowered her head, turned on her computer, and continued with her work.
When busy, her mind would be free of that face interfering with her emotions.
She knew Zhou Luchen was coming, and she also knew he wouldn't make it.
Without deep feelings, mountains and seas cannot be leveled. How heartless he was.
It seemed she understood his temperament quite well; if it wasn't on his way, he wouldn't go to the trouble of seeing her.
Others didn't understand. Having spent nights with him, she still knew very little about Zhou Luchen. The only consensus was: he played with the world.
「The next day.」
Zhou Luchen was still in Shanghai. He had spent the night playing cards with Chen Yao and the others on the 82nd floor. Sitting in the main seat, his features were refined, his lips lightly pursed—no matter how one looked at him, he seemed indifferent.
When Liang Yingning arrived, she saw Zhou Luchen was there.
