Although she was mentally prepared, Sofia still felt a bit aggrieved the moment Tang Mo walked into the room.
She should have been seated more gracefully, charmingly smiling at such a formidable opponent who made one's hair stand on end. But she was too disheveled now, feeling unworthy to face the man before her.
Not presenting her best side to this man was Sofia's greatest regret. If it were ten years ago, she would have been more confident about this meeting.
Wes did not leave; he stood near the door, looking down at Sofia on the hospital bed. He was curious as well about what had possibly possessed this woman to recklessly oppose someone as terrifyingly powerful as Tang Mo.
Sofia didn't care that there were other people in the room; she had nothing to lose. It was not a time when she had the privilege of choosing her environment. The fact that Tang Mo could sit here and chat with her was already an unexpected joy.
