Jun Wu stared at Mei Ling in astonishment, his brows knitting slightly as if trying to confirm she was real.
Her sudden arrival was something he had never expected, not now, and perhaps not even for several more months, if ever.
Mei Ling, however, sat with poise, her back straight, exuding a cold, frigid aura that seemed to push the air around her into silence.
People instinctively kept their distance from her.
Her beauty was undeniable, but her expression was as unreadable as frost over a frozen lake.
Clearing his throat, Jun Wu straightened in his chair, his gaze steady. "Miss Ling, what brought you here today?"
Though he already had a strong suspicion about her intentions, he chose not to jump to conclusions.
Mei Ling was not the kind of woman one could afford to misunderstand.
"The map." Her answer was simple, concise, and heavy with meaning.
Jun Wu wasn't surprised.
He had anticipated this, yet hearing her say it made the matter more concrete.
