Today, Zhao Ming put a lot of effort into her outfit for the meeting with Lu Yanchuan, wearing a delicate western-style dress that made her look nothing like a woman approaching thirty, but more like a high school graduate.
Puckering her lips, Zhao Ming playfully blinked at Lu Yanchuan. Any other man would likely have been momentarily dazed.
But the man she faced was none other than Lu Yanchuan.
"Indeed, it's been a long time since we last met. I wonder what brings Ms. Zhao here today."
The mere mention of "Ms. Zhao" almost took Zhao Ming aback!
Back home, she had made countless guesses about how Lu Yanchuan might react, and she thought she had prepared a response for every scenario. But she never anticipated such indifference from him!
Such indifference that led to her frustration!
This feeling was all too familiar; she had felt it not so long ago during her interactions with Qiao Yi, who had treated her with the same attitude!
Was this silent accord between the two of them?
