The two had run into each other several times before, but their encounters had been anything but pleasant. She would either accidentally spill red wine on his white shirt, or twist her ankle in high heels and bump into him.
Wen Jie hadn't paid this scheming woman any mind at first. Yet, it was as if some mysterious force kept throwing them together, making it impossible for him to ignore her.
At this moment, his eyes were terrifyingly icy, as if he could kill with a look. A bone-chilling killing intent instantly gripped Fang Renran's throat, making it hard for her to breathe.
"...Mr. Wen?" She recognized the man before her instantly, and a glint appeared in her eyes.
"Get out."
The man's calm, low voice made her feel as if she had been dropped into an ice cave, and a chill ran through her.
