When dealing with beautiful women, one must have enough patience; it's a very smart approach. Of course, it's not that one shouldn't be patient with other women, but one should respect women worthy of respect. Li Yifei sat upright on a stool, calling it a stool, but it was one of those tiny little ones. Given Li Yifei's stature, sitting on it was indeed a bit small, especially since it also had a backrest, making it even more space-consuming. One wonders what the previous tenants of this house were thinking when they bought such a stool.
Li Yifei simply stood up, leaned against the wall on the side, directly facing Wu Shuwei who sat by the bed, arms crossed. From her actions and demeanor, Li Yifei sensed an air of keeping people at a distance emanating from Wu Shuwei. This was not surprising at all; she may have many merits in her work, but in life, she is indeed quite a cold person, sufficiently cold. She's just sitting there with her eyes seemingly vacant.
