Putting down her phone, Jiang Ruantian smiled as she raised her hand to look at the watch on her wrist, the image of Tao Xinzhu smiling at her in the restaurant constantly appearing before her eyes.
He was just like the prince charming she had imagined countless times as a child: gentle, handsome, wealthy, and intelligent.
In comparison, Mo Zhoujing not only had an incomplete body, but more importantly, he wore a perpetual cold expression, never showing her any kindness, and he was ten years older than her.
If material concerns are set aside, Tao Xinzhu was much better than Mo Zhoujing.
However, now was not the time to discuss matters of the heart. She needed to avenge the self of her dreams, completely break away from this cold family, and seize control over her fate.
Jiang Ruantian no longer thought of Tao Xinzhu, focusing wholeheartedly on the acting career that she had acquired with great difficulty.
