Fu Huai'an tone was amicable yet Lin Nuan felt that it carried an air of authority.
When a man is used to being in power, his authority and strong presence would naturally be shown through his words and actions.
Lin Nuan stood next to the black Bentley. Her legs could still vaguely feel the heat coming from the car.
She guessed that Fu Huai'an must have arrived earlier and taken the elevator up to see her, while she was coincidentally taking the other elevator down.
She didn't have the courage to ask him to come down again when she was downstairs. She had troubled him to come all the way here because she took the wrong identity document. How could she burden him to run upstairs and down for her?
Lin Nuan held the identity document in her hands and tucked her messy windswept strands of hair behind her ear. As she walked inside, she said, "I'm coming right up…"
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