Chapter 550 Counterattack

• Wen Rui draped a shawl with a hint of Chanel style and walked to the third-floor terrace. The autumn wind was bleak, and the thin shawl couldn't block the wind. She hugged herself, the high heels making a clacking sound on the ground.
• Fu Yanheng leaned against the railing, smoking a cigarette. His profile was deep and sharply defined, like an exquisite silhouette under the moonlight.
• "You looking for me, Second Master?" Wen Rui looked a bit foolish. Everyone likes to appreciate the beauty of the world, even if they themselves are tarnished.