Ling Chuxia, although bearing the name Chuxia, was not born in early summer but during the transition from summer to autumn when a gentle breeze brushed past, puffing up Shi Che's shirt as he leaned against the railing, his dark eyes seemingly scanning the neighboring balcony.
It was dark there; Chuxia must have fallen asleep.
Three days later was this coming Friday, also Chuxia's birthday. Bai Yixuan arranging a dinner with Chuxia to celebrate her birthday was indeed beyond reproach.
But, for all these years, the one who had always stayed by Chuxia's side, celebrating her birthday with her, was him. Now, it was another man beside Chuxia! How could he tolerate such a thing?
Shi Che narrowed his deep eyes, a sinister look slowly emerging before he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and made a call.
As soon as the call connected, Shi Che lazily began, "Chairman Bai, this is Shi Che."
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