苏晚晚 handsontable seismic، red wine from a high-end brand was poured into a glass, a slow sip took the light, eyes lingering on the man across the table. The late evening sun cast long shadows in the luxurious private room, the air was thick with the lingering fragrance of expensive perfume and the subtle tension between the two.

"So, you're back," the voice of Murong Li was low, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, his tone complex, almost bitter. He stared at Su Wanwan across the table, his eyes deep, as if they could see through the changes of the past six years.

Su Wanwan did not answer immediately, but took another sip of wine, the red liquid reflecting the light of the candles, making her eyes even more mysterious. Her heart was pounding, the six years she had struggled to survive finally led to this moment, she was determined to let Murong Li pay for everything.

Murong Li's face was cold, his eyes were like sharpened blades, To Su Wanwan, "You said you would take revenge on me, now that I'm back, did you fulfill your promise?"