Seven o'clock sharp in the evening.
"Sister Hui, Sang Ning should be arriving any moment now. Why don't you wait in the back of the private room?"
Qingyue was afraid Sang Ning might turn around and leave immediately upon seeing someone other than him in the room, so he suggested that Duan Wenhu temporarily step out.
"No need." Duan Wenhu casually replied while elegantly removing the luxurious silk scarf tied around her neck.
From what Qingyue had told her, Sang Ning was a girl with quite the temper and didn't show much respect for her, despite her status as a powerful backer.
She wanted to see for herself whether Sang Ning could still hold her head high when faced with her in person.
But the appointed time had already arrived, and Sang Ning was still nowhere to be seen.
Duan Wenhu glanced at her watch with visible displeasure. "It's already time. Why hasn't Sang Ning arrived yet? Do celebrities these days have no sense of punctuality?"
