A Deadly Text Message

"I don't know."

Zhang Xin'ai shook her head without hesitation, firmly pretending she knew nothing.

"Miss Zhang, I'm sorry. Please be the bigger person and forgive me. Take me to Mr. Zhang, and I, Liu Shengli, will be deeply grateful."

White-collar workers in the Lin Group office were stealing glances at the commotion, but Liu Shengli no longer cared about his standing. His life mattered more.

"Miss Zhang, I'm sorry. I apologize for offending you. Please take me to see Mr. Zhang. I'll repay you handsomely someday."

Liu Shengli bowed and scraped, a world away from his attitude moments earlier.

Zhang Xin'ai frowned in astonishment. Before leaving, Zhang Yang had told her to wait here. He said something good would happen and she would get to vent her anger. She hadn't believed him then. Now she did, and she secretly admired him for it.

She had no idea how Zhang Yang had done it. Liu Shengli had barely stepped out—he probably hadn't even left the building—before coming back to beg her.

"You said it. I'll take you."

"I did, I did. You have my word. I guarantee it on my reputation as president of Liu Group."

"That's enough!"

Zhang Xin'ai smiled and held up her phone. She had recorded him. How could she let something this entertaining go undocumented?

"Follow me!"

Zhang Xin'ai felt wonderful. This arrogant man had just mocked her as a nobody, and now he was bowing and scraping before her.

But how had Zhang Yang done it?

"Where did Mr. Zhang go?"

Liu Shengli had been downstairs just now but hadn't seen Zhang Yang or Lin Cheng. Now he was getting into the elevator again.

The Lin Group building wasn't all offices. Among its dozens of floors was a tearoom.

"The tearoom."

In the tearoom,

Zhang