The first time Ji Hanzhou met Tang Wanqing, she was tearing up a scumbag in a cafe.
Keep a cold face, make a timeline, review the situation in public, throw water and leave.
He thought at the time: This woman is not simple.
The second time we met, she was his client, the company's financial director.
Business is business, as cold as ice.
But he had seen the way she looked when she answered her grandmother's phone call - like a crack in the ice, letting out light.
Then she pushed him away.
Once, twice, three times.
He didn't leave.
Because he knew that she was not chasing him away.
She was waiting for him to say: I won't leave.
