The rain began to fall in a drizzle, carrying a chill and dampness.
The winter temperature in N City wasn't considered low, but the humidity felt as if it penetrated the bones, piercing through layers of warm clothing straight into the marrow.
Perhaps because of the rain, for several days in a row, Shen Li cooped up in her villa, relishing the gossip, which was not only explosive but also particularly satisfying.
"Situ sure moves fast," Shen Li commented with unmistakable glee.
She started with the newspaper, which lacked detail, prompting her to have the maid bring her a tablet where she meticulously scrolled through the news, afraid of missing any of the finer points.
Xiang Nan was about to go bankrupt, 'about to'—that was just a polite way of putting it.
