Qin Zhuzhu approached Li Shao and smiled. The skies were getting darker and darker. In the distance, the Eiffel tower light up with various lights. She could hear some people chattering in French from below.
"Congratulations," Li Shao said with a smile.
"Congratulations for what?" Qin Zhuzhu chuckled. Did Li Shao knocked his head or what? Was he playing a joke with her?
Li Shao noticed that whenever she was with him, she would act polite and respectful. It was as if they were nothing more than boss and employee. He wondered whether she forget their past.
"Congratulations for surviving," he joked lightly.
Qin Zhuzhu laughed, a soft laugh that always tugged at his chest.
Last time when he first met her again when she was interviewing for the fashion designer position at his company, he heard her mentioned that she had a husband.
That man that night who roughly took her away must be him, right? When he saw that man, instantly he felt a strong dislike for him.
