Inside the elevator, Jing Ting adjusted his immaculate cuffs. He appeared perfectly calm, his mood seemingly unaffected.
Yu Mengxi played it smart, following him into his office without a word, the very picture of a wronged Good Samaritan.
Mo Fan happened to be out.
Jing Ting pulled a tube of ointment from his drawer—one Shen Yi had left behind—and held it out to her. "Put some of this on. It work
















