He was annoyed beyond all measures at seeing her. Why did he even put her pictures on the desk? Was he masochistic?
She puckered her lips. Her beautiful face turned red. The calm of her face was disturbed as if a stone had fallen in a quiet lake, causing splashes and ripples.
She turned the frame down and put it where it was. Heaving an exhausted sigh, she sat on the boss's chair, swiveling around and recalling everything that had happened in Yang City.
She had had such a good time there because of him. All the scars that past love had left on her had been healed.
It might be him who had made Sunny dance to 'Little Apple' in the square. Who else could make the daughter of the Yang family do that?
She really didn't know what he was thinking.
He thought she was stupid and pudding-headed, yet he forced her to stay with him...all so he could keep feeding her sugar-coated bullets.