There were some things Xu Changqing had never mentioned to another soul. Like how, back when she first arrived in Hong Kong City at her most destitute, she'd been on the verge of begging on her knees just to find Fang Jun.
That was the hardest year of her life. So hard that if she could have broken her pride, if she hadn't feared disappointing her father, she would have lost all courage to even go on living.
Fortunately, in her most desperate moment, she met Mr. Cheng and discovered the "big box" just in time. This finally gave her a chance to breathe, to start living with some dignity.
This was the one scar she never wanted to revisit. It was a constant, mocking reminder of her own cowardice and helplessness, trampling on what little pride she had left.
"Finding it hard to say?"
Xu Changqing let out a long breath and turned to look at Shen Weimin, who was driving. "No, it's not that. There's nothing I can't say. I didn't have much contact with that bastard.
