There was a familiar alienation in his gaze that chilled Shen Jiyu to the bones.
"Is there anything else I should be concerned about? Right, I forgot to tell you. Tonight, you will be having dinner with someone. He is a fan."
So wicked. He is really so wicked. Hatred, pain, and disappointment converged as a stabbing feeling in his chest. He crossed the distance in quick steps and leaned down. He placed his both hands on the chair arm trapping Nian Zhen within.
"What do you mean by that? I have never given fan service." His voice was hoarse and his eyes were very dark.
Nian Zhen just lifted his eyebrow. Shen Jiyu was so close that he could see every pore on his face, his breath fanned his face in such quick succession that it showed just how much the youth before him was suppressing his anger.
Did he notice something was amiss? He might have. Lu Yan was not an idiot, he was very smart but it did not matter. With the kind of contract that he signed, where would he run to?
