The man before her was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his handsome face emitting a cold, hard edge, his every move exuding an air of aristocratic chill.
However, the hair elastic sparkling with faint light on top of his head did not match his overall aura at all.
A few strands of tame hair were pressed into a rebellious upturn, slightly disheveled.
Seeing the man and the fan support items on him, Fu Ang was momentarily stunned, as the word suddenly flashed across his mind.
—Sasaeng fan.
He suddenly frowned, taking two steps to stand in front of the woman, his gaze warily turning towards the door: "How did you get in here?"
Lu Yancheng pursed his lips and said nothing, shifting his gaze to the woman opposite him.
When Gu Danyu looked up, she found herself meeting the man's deep eyes, which held a tinge of grievance.
"Ahem, Tutor Fu, actually......"
