Wen Nannan was observing the man. Mo Chen was also looking at her.
This pure, delicate, and quiet appearance. After staying in a chaotic, dirty, and dangerous environment for so long, anyone would be drawn to it.
Moreover... his gaze slightly lowered, briefly glancing at the white sneakers on Wen Nannan's feet.
Mo Chen's fingers lightly tapped on the leather sofa. It seemed directed at Lu Huai, but his gaze actually passed through Lu Huai's shoulder and landed on Wen Nannan with a friendly smile.
Was this a provocation? Wen Nannan noticed Mo Chen's gaze and shot him a glare.
What are you looking at? If you're capable, come over here! I'll gouge your eyes out.
Mo Chen, seeing Wen Nannan's expression, chuckled lightly, which made his subordinate next to him glance over. He finally looked away and said, "Mr. Lu, please sit."
Lu Huai's expression turned slightly cold as he sat down across from him.