Lu Qili's heart felt cold when she recalled what Fu Huai'an had said back in the cafe.
This time around, Lu Qili could be considered to have messed with Fu Huai'an's Achilles heel. Putting aside the fact that she wouldn't be able to meet Fu Huai'an in the future, she would have problems looking for a job as well.
She raised her hands and wrapped them around her arms, which had stiffened up from the cold. She bit on her pale lower lip as tears trickled down her face non-stop. Why did she do this on impulse under Lu Qingmei's provocation?
Other than making Fu Huai'an detest her, what else could she get out of making this lousy move?
Overwhelmed with despair, Lu Qili leaned against a big tree, hugging her arms and slowly squatting down. She broke out in tears.
On the way, Lin Nuan heaved out a breath as she leaned back against the front passenger seat's leather backrest. The fury in her heart was finally released…