But the Jiang Family didn't know that right now, Jiang Weiwei was on the eighty-eighth floor, huddled in a corner of the terrace.
Due to the extreme height of the floor, the wind was howling fiercely.
Jiang Weiwei was wearing only a backless dress with cutouts, made of very thin fabric for an ethereal, fairy-like feel.
Thus, when the wind blew, Jiang Weiwei shivered, the cold numbing her scalp.
Fortunately, Jiang Moxi was quickly brought up to the rooftop.
Jiang Weiwei saw with her own eyes, the man in a black suit who had led her upstairs was now smiling obsequiously at Jiang Moxi, then led her to the end of the terrace, where a man with a tall and straight silhouette was waiting for her.
Seeing that figure, Jiang Weiwei was visibly stunned.
It wasn't Feng Yu!
Though Jiang Weiwei had only met Feng Yu once, the impression he left on her was profound.
