It was still Yuting Mountain. Shen Jing hadn't arrived particularly late. She was seldom this happy. On the last day of her annual leave, she couldn't fall asleep. She had no idea why Cheng Jinchuan happened to be in the same private room. Naturally, Shen Jing stayed away from him, wishing she could stay further away.
Cheng Jinchuan, however, hardly looked at her. Instead, he drunkenly wrapped his arms around his new girlfriend, provocatively staring at Shen Jing. That was the desire to win after a man can't get what he wants.
Shen Jing couldn't be bothered to look or care, focusing instead on her friends' gossip. She turned her head, entered a cubicle to wash her hands and apply lipstick.
As she closed the door, she suddenly heard a loud noise. CRASH! BANG! It seemed like a bottle had shattered.
But no one spoke a word. It felt like the King of Hell had come to collect a soul. Shen Jing really felt that way. She pressed her ear to the door, but then all was quiet.
