Today, she would finally face the visage that often haunted her nightmares. Cold sweat had formed on Tang Yumeng's palms, and she was so excited she could barely speak. She couldn't help but grip tightly, her nails digging into Lin Chuan's arm.
Lin Chuan gently consoled her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
"Mm," Tang Yumeng's complexion had turned somewhat pale.
After so many years, she wondered if that devil had changed his appearance, her long-suppressed hatred about to erupt at this very moment.
It wasn't long before the receptionist came out, her smile beaming: "Sir, miss, President Hong invites you to come in."
"Let's go!" Lin Chuan took Tang Yumeng's hand and walked straight in.
Tang Yumeng nodded, her complexion returned to normal somewhat, and she walked in with her head held high and chest out.
