Qi Lu walked over.
He was only in his early thirties, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, wearing glasses, and looking quite scholarly.
Of course, that was an illusion.
"Any problems with what I've given?"
He was asking Xun Minzhi.
With a smile on his face, his expression polite.
Xun Minzhi's eyes were wide open, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
She looked at Lu Zhanxing, saw that he was unmoved, and since she didn't dare provoke Qi Lu, she said, "Excuse me for a moment."
Before leaving, she gave Qiao Yun a narrow glance, her eyes full of irony.
She regarded Qiao Yun as a newcomer trying to cling to Lu Zhanxing.
Qiao Yun met her gaze, her dark eyes deep.
Xun Minzhi inexplicably panicked, lowered her gaze, and hurriedly left.
How strange, despite her harmless look, why did she seem a bit terrifying when she looked at you?
