A loosely secured window let in a draught of hot summer air.
Lu Xining rarely focused her gaze on Ji Muye's face—the incredible facial features, wealth that rivaled nations—no wonder so many women constantly chased after him.
She was certain that even in forty or fifty years, there would still be young girls around this man.
Ji Muye frowned upon hearing her words, his temples throbbing drastically, and he was just about to explain that his relationship with Liu Xixi was purely a debt of gratitude when he received an urgent call from Yan Dong.
"President Ji, Miss Liu is in a life-threatening situation!"
The prior conversation, the silence between them, allowed the quietness in the restaurant to be so profound that one could hear a pin drop, let alone Yan Dong's unmodulated voice.
Ji Muye immediately looked into Lu Xining's eyes, the undisguised mockery between her brows deepening his look.
She stood up, ready to leave the restaurant, "I won't disturb President Ji anymore."