Zhai Liang didn't move.
He simply stood there, coffee in hand, watching the unfolding chaos with his usual unreadable calm. But his eyes—sharp and perceptive—narrowed slightly as they flicked from Feng Tian's red-soled heels to the perfectly composed expression on her face.
The woman had the kind of presence that never walked into a room without stirring something. But this… this felt calculated.
He didn't have long to wonder.
Because, to his quiet horror, Feng Tian turned—and walked straight up to him.
He blinked once, frozen.
Then she stopped in front of him and bowed slightly, her voice soft and sweet, like she had just come out of a tragic drama.
"Officer Zhai," she greeted.
Her tone was polite. Respectful. Her eyes round and glistening—like a kitten that had been kicked and was trying to remain dignified about it.
