It was indeed Beiming, towering at about one meter ninety, looking down from his height, his handsome face shadowed, his deep eyes clearly displeased.
He had just been in a meeting moments ago, how did he appear here the next instant? Could he teleport?
"Wearing just a robe in the dead of night, aren't you afraid of encountering ruffians?"
His eyebrows knitted tightly in a frown. He had been right in the middle of a meeting, and in the blink of an eye, this girl had run out, still dressed in her sleepwear. Had she forgotten so quickly about being harassed by ruffians, how fearless could her heart be?
"Mr. Gong, are you also hungry?"
"Come back with me!"
He took her hand and led her upstairs, his tone extremely dominant, his profile handsome and perfect, no angle untouched.
His palm was broad and warm, tightly enveloping her cold little hand. On such a rainy night, she felt as if she was being warmed by him all over.
