Lu Hongtao smiled meaningfully and whispered in Huang Yuan's ear, " "Don't you want to harm me. She's not someone I can dream of."
Huang Yuan's body stiffened, and his expression changed. He stopped struggling and allowed Lu Hongtao to pull him into the private room.
She saw the man sitting alone in the private room. He was as cold as a fairy, as imposing as an Emperor, and as indifferent as a demon. His slender fingers held the teacup and tasted it elegantly.
Huang Yuan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!
Although this was Huang Yuan's first time seeing this man, he already knew who he was.
any offspring of a government official who knew a little about things would know who he was with just a glance, because he had been famous since he was born.
He was famous for nothing else but his appearance. If a man was too beautiful, he would always make people feel that he was devilish, especially the tiny cinnabar between his eyebrows.
