Night, at the Purple Garden Pavilion, in the living room, Lin Fei and Mu Shanshan sat opposite each other.
Mu Shanshan, with her bright eyes and pearly teeth and her skin smooth as coagulated fat, sat there cool and aloof as if she were a Moon Palace Fairy, devoid of much emotional expression.
Mu Shanshan's coldness and Lin Fei's silence seemed to echo each other, adding a touch of solitude to the already serene and splendid living room.
Both appeared to maintain a relative silence, but in reality, Mu Shanshan, cold without much emotional display, was undoubtedly more pleasing to the eye than Lin Fei, who was buried in smoking.
The ostensibly silent atmosphere between them was actually a silent contest.
Whoever lost composure first would lose.
Though it was a contest, it was really a negotiation.
Mu Shanshan, the iceberg president, had the relative initiative, but the final decision lay in Lin Fei's hands.
