Not only did he not loosen his grip on Lin Xiaoyu's hand, but he also held it tighter.
Lin Xiaoyu's face turned pale as she felt the pain.
However, the next second, Lu liye let go of her little hand and let go of her.
He lowered his head and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray beside him. He walked away arrogantly without even looking at Lin Xiaoyu, who was stunned behind him.
This fellow had always been like this, carefree and affectionate. He seemed to be affectionate, but in reality, he was more heartless than anyone else.
He could easily move a woman's heartstrings. When you thought that he had feelings for you, the reality was that he was not heartless at all.
