[Ding Mubai, he doesn't love you.
Ding Mubai does not believe in Buddhism, Christianity, or any ghosts or monsters.
She is used to relying on her hands to get what she wants.
No matter what the means.
Three years.
From a waiter serving tea and water, she became the lobby manager of a five-star hotel. She was not glamorous, but also beautiful.
But, on that day.
Across the sea of people, she stared blankly at the tall, sinister figure.
It is still a dark-colored Versace, clean and neat.
The profile of her face was carved like a knife, and every corner was stained in her dark pupils.
She clutched her chest and pursed her lips tightly.
It's so close, but there are thousands of ravines across it.
She heard someone shouting next to her: "That's the Fourth Young Master."
Fourth master.
The secret of her deep love was exposed at this moment.
"Ding Mubai, he doesn't love you."
Ding Mubai, you love him, you can't hide or escape.