Back in her car, the angry flush still hadn't faded from Su Xiaohui’s cheeks. She was still fuming over what Wen Zhao had said. He really was a great guy in every respect—if only it weren't for that mouth of his. She stewed in her anger, a fury that conveniently masked the faint flicker of disappointment stirring deep within her. With a quick turn of the key, she started the car and drove away. We