Shen Ruozhuo thought she must be the epitome of masochism, right? Knowing full well that Xi Siwei didn't like her, she just softened her heart when he showed a hint of dejection.
"If you're in a hurry to go out, I'll send you." Xi Siwei stood at the door, not saying whether he was coming in or leaving.
"Forget it, come in." Shen Ruozhuo stepped aside, inviting Xi Siwei in.
After closing the door, Shen Ruozhuo took out the phone from her handbag and turned it off.
She had arranged a meeting with a heavyweight in the calligraphy and painting circles, and it wasn't easy to get this opportunity. She needed to clarify the issue of plagiarizing Qiao Bi'er's paintings.
But all that changed when Xi Siwei arrived, altering Shen Ruozhuo's plans.
She went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water for Xi Siwei and brought it out, only to see him walk straight to the temperature-controlled wine cabinet and take out a bottle of vodka.
