Tong Ran didn't deny it. It was quite normal for Loh Cheng to guess that she could be the president's secretary at Empire Jue, "But Pei Ruoshui's phone is off now..."
Even if it wasn't off, if she called, Pei Ruoshui might not answer.
"I just saw her seem to throw her phone away," Loh Cheng frowned, "I'm following her Audi right now. I'll let you know where she goes. You'd better come over."
Tong Ran nodded, her voice rough with difficulty, "Okay, I... I'll wait for your message."
Loh Cheng grunted acknowledgement and then hung up.
Clutching her phone, Tong Ran stood on the balcony for a long time. The cold wind whipped across her face, yet she felt no pain. She remembered that night; she had left class with Han Qingqing and was walking towards the small stalls outside the school when she received a call and left first...
