Ming Ansheng's eyes darted to Zhang Lihong and he looked cold and unfeeling. He glanced at Su Yue and frowned. "Why are you so concerned? Your third brother will reprimand us if we're late."
Su Yue grunted and followed Ming Ansheng. When she was inside the elevator, she scanned the main hall again.
She pursed her lips when she couldn't spot Zhang Lihong in sight. The elevator doors closed.
And it shot up.
Su Yue heaved a heavy sigh. "I wonder if Bai Jing is doing well these years."
Ming Ansheng's expression turned grave and solemn. He wound his arm around Su Yue and pulled her towards him. "She should be fine. You didn't stay in contact with her for so many years. Forget about her."
He clenched his teeth and his eyes glinted malevolently.
"How can I forget her?" Su Yue raised her head and gazed at him with a sorrowful expression. "She is my first and only friend," lamented Su Yue.
