But the man before her was like a surgeon with a scalpel, dissecting her body piece by piece, determined to see the soul hidden beneath her skin.
With the sun beating down on her head and her legs giving way, she had nowhere to run.
Mi Feifei felt it took every ounce of strength she possessed just to keep herself from looking away from Lu Xize.
Her hands, clenched into fists beneath the table, tightened their grip, her nails digging so deep they nearly broke the skin of her palms.
Mi Feifei forced another smile to her lips. Just as she was about to speak, Lu Xize cut straight to the point. "Miss Mi, the Lu Family is very grateful for what you've done."
The words Mi Feifei was about to say caught in her throat, and a chill spread through her heart.
'Miss Mi...'
Lu Xize hadn't called her that in a very, very long time.
So formal, so cold.
