On the day Shen Nianti got divorced, I was hugging my new secretary and choosing a necklace.
I sneered and threw the black card in her face: "Okay, just leave and starve to death on the street."
Later, I watched her ring the bell at the Nasdaq and begged her like crazy to turn back.
But she held someone else's hand and said calmly: "Mr. Gu, please respect yourself."
