The night was deep and it continued to rain.
Inside a villa, Yang Jinxia was dressed in a lake-green nightgown, sitting on a chair in front of the bed. Her smooth hair naturally draped over her shoulders as she held a tablet in her hands, her expression somewhat languid.
The room was brightly lit with incandescent light. The curtains were open, and through the window, amidst the misty rain, the advertising lights on top of the high-rise buildings outside were faintly visible.
The sound system played soft music that enveloped the room.
In Yang Jinxia's field of view, she could see a pair of feet in red leather shoes at the opposite end of the bed, swinging back and forth.
"You've looked over this document several times already."
A woman's voice echoed in her ears from somewhere.
She gently swiped on the tablet as if she had heard nothing.
