The man's breath forcefully bore down on her.
Smelling the air, filled with his uniquely chocolate-like fragrance, Luo Xiaoqian became inexplicably nervous, her heart racing even faster.
What... what was he going to do now?!
Leng Zimo's face stopped less than ten centimeters from hers, his dark eyes intensely bearing down on her.
"You seem to have forgotten what your status is now!"
His tone was laced with barely concealed anger.
Knowing that countless reporters were waiting for her, he had come here on purpose, hoping to take her away.
And her?
She had given him the cold shoulder from the moment she arrived. Who did she think she was?
With his back to the light, the handsome glow of his face acquired a frost-like severity. Feeling the oppressive gaze from his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian felt her palms grow cold with sweat.
