She pursed her lips and stood still.
"Come here."
The first sentence he uttered was in a commanding tone, devoid of any affection in his voice.
"Sorry, I must have entered the wrong office. Excuse me." She turned around to leave, her expression fully displaying her aversion to seeing him.
Lu Jinyang's brows furrowed, the wrong office?
Zhuang Shuqing had just opened the door when she was pulled back by a brute force, watching the door that had just been opened silently close.
Her anger growing increasingly intense, overshadowing her reason, she turned around and yelled at the man: "Lu Jinyang, what exactly do you want with your persistent haunting?"
The man looked at her, his obsidian-like eyes reflecting her enraged face, and suddenly he smirked: "It seems the news from the past few days hasn't affected you at all."