"He, he is your fiancé...!?"
The security guard still seemed somewhat incredulous.
Lu Xiao appeared to have run out of patience, his eyes and brows filled with indifference and haughtiness as he coldly spat out, "Some people can go from being homeless to becoming a big celebrity's fiancé, but others, they were security guards before and they are still security guards now."
With those words, as the security barrier lifted, he stepped on the accelerator and drove in.
The security guard was left standing in the wind, his eye twitching in disarray.
...
Every residence at Tomson Yipin has a direct elevator service to the home.
Wen Xian lived on the thirty-fifth floor, a middle position that was slightly higher, which gave her a good view and a greater sense of security.
As the elevator numbers climbed one by one, Wen Xian meanwhile had become silent, very silent indeed.
Clearly, her silence was not unrelated to what she had said to the security guard.
