She quickly retreated.
Standing in the stairwell, her brows furrowed tightly.
A pretense! That man seeking her to treat his boss was a pretense!
He was not unassuming at all; he dressed like that on purpose, he was no good.
His smile, his eyes, betrayed him.
Tang Huai secretly rejoiced, thank heavens, that she inadvertently saw the man's true nature.
A cold smile, calculating eyes.
As Tang Huai went upstairs, she thought, who is this man?
Did he come to the restaurant to find her because he couldn't hold back his desire to harm her?
Tang Huai thought silently: "Using the pretense of treatment to lure me to the hotel, is it to ruin my reputation? Or kill me outright?"
Suddenly, she remembered, on the seventh day of the New Year, when she visited Jing Xuan's grandmother, her grandmother had read her fortune, saying she would face a major disaster soon.
