“Sorry!” She clutched her head and looked up, straight into a pair of fathomless black eyes. The man wore a perfectly tailored charcoal-gray suit, with a silver iris-shaped pin at his collar. The chill radiating from him was colder than the air conditioning in the rare books section. Several thread-bound books lay scattered at his feet, and the cover of the one on top had a conspicuous crease.
Su Yanzhi hurried to her feet to pick up the books. The instant her fingertips touched a page, she heard the man’s deep voice, edged with ice: “Pay for it.”
