Outside the window, there was little but the wind, and no other shadows were seen.
Lu Xining came out from Huang Shaosheng's house, and just turned the corner to head to the elevator when a strong hand yanked her into a shadowy corner.
Smelling the familiar scent of the man, she furrowed her brow and said coldly, "Ji Muye, are you sick!"
However, he seemed to ignore the displeasure in her tone as he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the hand she'd previously hooked on Shang Lvxing's arm.
"Your hand is dirty, let me wipe it for you."
"…" Lu Xining was so taken aback by his words that she almost laughed.
She tried to pull her hand back, but the man's strength was surprisingly great.
He had even anticipated her next move. The moment she tried to pull back, he tightened his grip on her hand.
Lu Xining twitched her lips in speechlessness, about to slap his face, when she heard the man's shameless next words.