"Sorry!" She covered her head and looked up, looking into a pair of bottomless black eyes. The man was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit with a silver fleur-de-lis lapel pin on his collar. The coldness emanating from his body was more piercing than the air conditioner in the ancient books section. There were several thread-bound books that had just fallen scattered around his feet, and the cover of the top one had obvious creases.
Su Yanzhi quickly got up and picked up the book. As soon as his fingertips touched the page, he heard the man's deep voice with an icy edge: "Sorry."
