That bitch. How was she not dead yet? Seething, Chu Xing lifted her phone to make a call. But just as she pressed it to her ear, a stunned voice cut through the air. "Chu Mian?" Chu Xing froze. She turned her head and saw Feng Shenjun standing a short distance away, now dressed in a sharp gray suit. He was staring at Chu Mian, utterly transfixed, as if his very soul had been pulled from his body.