At six in the evening, Huo Mutian's call came through right on time.
Wen Qiao answered, and as she watched the numbers on the elevator jump, she said, "Just waiting for the elevator, I'll be down soon."
Huo Mutian responded with an okay and hung up the phone.
A couple of minutes later, Wen Qiao emerged from the elevator and immediately spotted the man waiting outside the building.
Huo Mutian was leaning against his car, one leg crossed over the other, holding a hint of crimson between his fingers.
As Wen Qiao sized up Huo Mutian, he was also watching her.
The click-click sound of her high heels grew louder and clearer as she approached, her long black hair rolled into large waves with one side falling over her chest and the other draped behind. A pearl necklace lay across her pretty collarbones, the black dress clinging to her body accentuating her exquisite figure, and the fringe of her skirt swaying with her movements. From a distance, she seemed a vision of allure.
