Xiang Wan froze, her gaze lifting instinctively. The face was familiar, yet she couldn't place it. Seeing Xiang Wan’s blank expression, the woman’s lips curved into a knowing smirk. “So it is you. Out of prison, are we? You could have told an old friend. I would have loved to throw you a welcome-home party.” At her words, Zhou Miao, standing nearby, gaped in astonishment. Xiang Wan had long prepared herself for a moment like this. Her professional smile remained fixed in place. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, I don’t believe I know you.” But the woman wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily. She folded her arms, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “My, look at the state of you. Life inside must have been rough, huh?” Xiang Wan said nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line, but the smile never left her face. Her taunts were like punches landing on soft cotton. The woman’s composure finally snapped, her voice turning shrill. “Since when are the hiring standards at Menghuisuo so low? Hiring an attempted murderer as a greeter? Is this your attitude, ignoring a guest when they speak to you? Where is your manager…?” “Song Qiao, what are you doing?” A deep voice cut the woman off. Xiang Wan turned her head and watched him approach, and suddenly, her memory clicked into place. Of course… it was him. Xiang Wan never imagined she would run into Jiang Qifeng like this. He had been the only person to visit her in prison. Then again, his visits had likely been fueled by hatred. He was, after all, Jiang Qingran’s brother. “A-Feng, guess who I just ran into?” Jiang Qifeng had already seen Xiang Wan. An unreadable expression flickered in his eyes as he walked up to her. “When did you get out?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. “Two weeks ago.” Her candor surprised him. Jiang Qifeng’s gaze dropped, and as it brushed against the faint scar on her cheek, he quickly looked away. “That’s good. Since you’re free, try to live a good life.” “Thank you.” Song Qiao’s face darkened, clearly not expecting Jiang Qifeng to let Xiang Wan off so easily. Once, Xiang Wan had been on top of the world. Now the tables had turned, and Song Qiao had no intention of letting this opportunity slip by. Raising an eyebrow, she looped her arm through Jiang Qifeng’s and cooed, “Come on, A-Feng. Xiang Wan is an old friend, after all. Shouldn’t we catch up properly?” Jiang Qifeng didn’t answer, merely giving her a cool glance. Xiang Wan knew there was no escape. This was exactly the kind of humiliation He Hanchuan had intended when he sent her here. The line of people she had offended back in the day could stretch for miles, and every one of them was eager to see her fall. If it wasn’t Song Qiao today, it would be someone else tomorrow. She resigned herself to it. The elevator took them up to a VIP suite. The moment the doors opened, the thick stench of alcohol assaulted her senses. The room was dimly lit. Song Qiao gave Xiang Wan a hard shove forward. “Look who it is, everyone!”