In the elevator, adorned with pale golden openwork carved wallpaper, stood a man.
Dressed simply in a white shirt and black trousers, his sleeves were casually rolled up to reveal elegantly lined wrists.
A black suit rested on his forearm, its gem cufflinks and silver watch partially concealed beneath the jacket, creating a hint of shimmer.
Ming Ge was engrossed in her phone, her eyebrows lifting slightly, and the first thing she saw were the man's hands.
Distinct knuckles, long fingers clutching a plain silver ring linked to a pure black leather strap.
At the end of the strap was a dog with shiny fur… a big one!
A heavy sense of foreboding instantly hit her in the face.
Ming Ge's heart skipped a beat.
Such a big dog!
As a child, Ming Ge had been bitten by a dog.
That tragic experience and harsh realization left her with an automatic reflex to stiffen up at the sight of dogs.
She stood rigidly.
Her gaze inadvertently locked with the dog's eyes.
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