Now it suddenly came to abandoning just like that, truly heartless and cold-blooded.
That's why they say, Cinderella's story only happens in fairy tales.
"Ji Wanxia!"
Shen Weiyi couldn't help but raise her voice, her gentle eyebrows and eyes suddenly turning cold, her fingers gripping the goblet tighter and tighter, as if she could crush it in the next second.
Wanxia furrowed her brows and held the phone a bit farther away, "Why so loud? I'm not deaf."
This hit Miss Shen's sore spot.
"I'm busy entertaining guests, no time to chit-chat with you," before hanging up, Wanxia politely said goodbye.
She tossed the phone aside, picked up a clean spoon, and tasted the soup.
Hmm, a bit bland.
As she added salt to the soup, she said, "Mr. Jin, eavesdropping is not quite suitable for your image."
When the servant went out, the door wasn't completely closed.
