In the villa at Peach Blossom Residence, Zhou Jin faced a table full of dishes that had hardly been touched, listening to the lively and festive sounds from the television and the occasional sound of firecrackers bursting outside, feeling as bitter as if she had soaked a piece of bitter melon in her heart.
The phone lay in front of her, and every time it rang, Zhou Jin would be full of excitement, but upon seeing the name on the screen, the radiance on her face would instantly fade.
They were either close friends or former and current colleagues and subordinates, all calling to wish her a happy new year, but none from Mu Shengfeng.
All day long, Zhou Jin had been waiting for Mu Shengfeng's call; she even thought that even if he just called to greet her, she would be content, but there was nothing.
No calls, no messages, nothing at all.
