The French-style rose quail on the dining table has completely cooled down, and the layer of solidified white oil is very much like the makeup on Shen Zhiyi's face at this time - delicate, but with a lifeless stiffness.
The vintage wall clock on the wall had just struck twelve.
The screen of the mobile phone at hand lit up at the right moment, and the faint blue light made Shen Zhiyi squint.
The sender is listed as "Assistant Lin".
[Madam, Ms. Su's flight is delayed, and Mr. Fu is still picking her up at Terminal 3. She may not be able to make it back tonight.
No salutations, no apologies, just standard business.
Shen Zhiyi stared at the word "Su" for two seconds.
Su Manyu, Fu Xiuyuan's Bai Yueguang, the pretentious spirit who was said to have gone to Paris for his artistic dream, is finally willing to come back.
