The first time Song Nianci met him, her heart didn’t flutter. She was terrified. When the man sitting across from her thanked her with a cold expression, she felt as if he were about to kill her.
So the second time they met, Song Nianci took one look at him and ran.
The third time, under his watchful eye, Song Nianci forced herself to chat with him for a couple of sentences, then took off running again.
