Chapter 83 : Song Wenya, I'll Grant Your Death Wish
- Zhan Shi, CEO's Office.
- Zhan Ting Si's slender fingers held the steel pen, but he couldn't write a single word. Storms raged in his deep black eyes, filled with turmoil.
- He was restless and irritated. He couldn't help but pinch his brow after a while, throwing the pen on the table and asking coldly, "How is it? Has she arrived?"