Noon.
Wang Xuesen walked briskly downstairs.
Open the car door and step on the gas.
The car headed straight for the Red House Western Restaurant on Avenue Joffre.
From afar, he saw Wanjia standing at the door waiting.
A beige trench coat cinches her slender waist.
High heels and red lips.
She was also carrying a designer handbag she had just bought.
She wore an exquisite white princess hat, and her hoop earrings swayed gently.
Stylish and beautiful.
Wang Xuesen watched from inside the car, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Damn it.
A woman's life is completely different when she has a man to care for her and when she doesn't.
A few months ago, when I first met Wanjia, she was still a bit green.
Where is this alluring charm now?