Zhao Lifei stood there as memories of the past flooded her mind, washing over her like a tsunami, and nearly drowning her as it did when she drank herself to sleep.
She thought back to the time she walked into Zheng Tianyi's office late at night. He was sitting on his big leather chair, similar to the one that Yang Feng was sitting on.
Zheng Tianyi had his hands around Xia Mengxi's tiny frame, holding her in place as she practically straddled him with her hands resting on his shoulder for support. Their scene was more intimate than the one she was currently looking at, but to her, it was very familiar.
A secretary and a man she favored, she hated to see this again.
From her perspective, the woman, who seemed like his secretary based on her attire, and Yang Feng were leaning towards each other while looking at the paper on his hand.
