It had been a while since the end of the workday, and the office had emptied, with the sky outside gradually darkening, yet Shen Hongmei showed no signs of leaving.
She looked at the pager in her hand, feeling both conflicted and troubled.
To be honest, Zhao Dafa wasn't bad-looking, of average height, neither fat nor skinny, dressed impeccably every day—combining the air of a successful businessman with a lack of ostentation, and with a decent personality to boot.
She was somewhat moved by the interest such a man showed in her.
But as a woman from the countryside with a less than glamorous past, would a successful and accomplished man like Zhao Dafa really be willing to accept her past?
Besides, she lacked confidence in her ability to become a stepmother and was more concerned that people around her would think her a vain woman, enamored with Zhao Dafa's wealth.
As she was caught up in her vexation, someone suddenly knocked on the office door—