At three o'clock in the morning, the law firm still had a cold white light on. When Su Wan stuffed the seventh copy of the property division agreement into a leather file bag, a thin slit was made on the edge of the paper with her fingertips. The moment the blood dripped out, the glass door was pushed open, and a man with a cold air stood in the halo. The custom-made suit was meticulous, but he could not hide the fatigue between his brows.
"Shen Zhiyan?" Su Wan took out a tissue and pressed it against the wound, "Two hours earlier than the agreed time."
