"Who's coming for you?" Zhang Mei demanded.
Li Yifeng's hands trembled as he ran them through his hair. "Our biggest sponsors... Oh no," he muttered. "We need to look for her."
Zhang Mei, overhearing the conversation, rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Good luck with that."
She turned her attention to Li Jing, who stood quietly with a darkening mark on her cheek. "I'll apply some treatment for you," Zhang Mei said, her voice softening as she reached for hand leading her out.
Li Jing remained silent, her eyes downcast. The sting of her father's hand was still fresh, a betrayal she had never imagined possible.