The car was high-end, and the man, neatly dressed, exuded a sense of sophistication. You Mingxu passed by him as if she had seen nothing.
The man, unabashed, called out to her with a smile, totally oblivious to her indifference. "Mingxu."
You Mingxu stopped, took a deep breath to calm her irritation, and said, "Leng Yu, don't call me that. We aren't that close."
Leng Yu smirked, responding, "Just got back? I've been waiting since seven, and now it's eleven."
You Mingxu retorted, "That's because you're sick in the head." She was about to move on, but he stepped forward to block her path. This guy was tall - over 1.8 meters, robust, and physically fit - a lawyer with a hint of ruthlessness in his heart. If You Mingxu nonchalantly knocked him over in the neighborhood, she would likely fall right into his trap and get even more tangled up with him. So, suppressing her agitation, she muttered, "Let me pass."
