Fang Zhenyi's legs were numb from standing the whole morning.
She dared not interrupt rashly without Yu Yuehan's further instructions, so all she could do was wait.
She could only lift her head in secret and stare at the man who seemed to emit a type of evil and royal charm; one so irresistible that onlookers were unable to remove their gazes from him.
Her love for him deepened with every look.
Putting away the thoughts of marrying Yu Yuehan, becoming the Young Mistress of the Yu Family, and in turn, becoming the most highly respected woman in all of City H—her unwavering love for him would still remain even if she did not have any status in his family. All he had to do was just look at her in her face for once.
After an unknown period of standing, she finally saw Yu Yuehan put down the document in his hands. He looked up from the study table.
His eyes were hidden in the depths, and his expression was ice cold.
