She hurriedly knelt down, and as soon as her fingertips touched a piece of paper, she was held down by another big hand with distinct joints. That hand was wearing a valuable Patek Philippe, and she could feel the scar on the wrist with her eyes closed - it was Lu Jingchen.
Su Wan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and when she raised her head, she looked into the man's bottomless black eyes. After not seeing him for three years, he has lost a bit of his youthfulness, and his appearance in suits and leather shoes is even more suffocating and oppressive than before.
