Luo Ying turned away and looked out of the window. Her emotions were in a jumble.
The driver gently pulled up at the entrance of the villa.
"I'm not going in. It'll be a problem if I run into Lin Lu," Luo Ying said while staring out the window, ignoring Lu Zhao.
"No, President Lu has always lived by himself." The secretary explained quickly.
Lu Zhao had always forbade Lin Lu from coming here. His secretary even handled the majority of the company meetings.
Lu Zhao had been tightly gripping Luo Ying's hand. She wanted to leave but could not, so she could only follow him out of the car.
The secretary escorted Lu Zhao into the living room, where they both sat. He turned around to look for the chef to cook some hangover soup.
Luo Ying tried to pull her hand free again. She frowned. "Lu Zhao, you're hurting me. Let go first."
