The tall and graceful Wenren Meiqiao couldn't understand what Shen Qiang had in mind. Her heart was beating erratically without reason. She dearly hoped Shen Qiang genuinely wanted to help her but feared he had other plans. Her hopes and worries intermingled, weighing heavily enough to make it hard for her to breathe.
She walked dazedly to the office door, entered the password and fingerprint to open it. Shen Qiang entered the office and bluntly told Wenren Meiqiao's female assistant.
"Get me a cup of tea, black tea, make it strong."
After saying that, Shen Qiang looked at the slightly dazed Wenren Meiqiao and chuckled, "What are you thinking about?"
Wenren Meiqiao snapped awake; she didn't even know how she ended up back in her office chair.
"Ah, thinking about the case."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qiang smiled and said, "Good, have you thought of anything?"
Wenren Meiqiao was shocked, dumbfounded.
