Xiang Lin's decisions weren't made abruptly. He carefully thought of what he must do. The blank check given to him was only a means to give her an answer whether he would side with her or not.
Of course, he was still feeling a little bit hesitant since he didn't know what she would do to him once she was finished using him, but in contrast to Feng Huai, Ran Xueyi will give him an advantage and many opportunities will open for him.
"Feng Huai… It wasn't me who was heartless. It was what you originally deserved." Xiang Lin's eyes looked forlorn as he took out his phone and called the number he got from Ran Xueyi.
Soon after waiting a few seconds, it was picked up, "Hello, this is Xiang Lin."
…
A few days later.
Ran Xueyi glanced at herself in the mirror. A few stylists surrounded her with different styling equipment in their hands. The smell of powder and scented perfumes wafted into the air.
"Isn't this better than that?"
