In that moment of near collapse, the tightly shut wooden door of the lounge was finally thrown open.
Dressed in a smart suit, Lu Zhanbei appeared in front of Lu Yebai, his elite aura intact. His icy, knife-like brows were as sharp as ever, and even the pupils of his eyes seemed to bear the chill of frost.
"Yebai, you're becoming increasingly disrespectful!"
Seeing Lu Zhanbei in this state came as a surprise to Lu Yebai, causing him to falter, and he even began to wonder if he had misunderstood something.
However, the suppressed gasps earlier were clear to him as a man, and he knew exactly what was going on.
So, even if Lu Zhanbei was perfectly dressed, he didn't trust him: "Is there someone in there?"
Hearing this, the man furrowed his brow in annoyance: "Aren't you prying too much?"
Understanding his own Lu Zhanbei very well, he knew that the thing he despised the most was lying. Therefore, there was only one possible reason for such a reaction…
