As the thought flashed through her mind, it became increasingly strong.
If she could just receive a trace of pity from him, it would be enough for her to live without worries for the rest of her life.
Wen Qin tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, a determined glint passing through her gaze as she swayed her slender waist and walked over....
A peach-colored scarf lay by his feet, Lu Yancheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, followed by the soft voice of a woman.
"Excuse me, sir, could you pick that up for me?"
The young woman looked up pitifully, her eyes flitting like those of a doe, and as she leaned in slightly, a glimpse of snowy white showed at the neckline.
It was enough to make one involuntarily feel a surge of compassion, even a desire to comfort the beauty.
However, Lu Yancheng didn't even turn his head, looking instead to Assistant Yan at his side.
