Han Luoli, with one hand in his casual pants pocket, had a sullen expression and stood tall at 186 centimeters. His imposing figure, perfect and fit, exuded an air of authority and pressure inherent to a Superior.
He gave a cold, indifferent look to the couple in front of him, his glance fleeting. The sharpness in his eyes cutting like a blade, yet barely perceptible. He spoke as if offhandedly, "Simply because she is Gu Xiaoer, she has every right to sit here. What are you to dare to wave your fingers at her?"
Anya was still shocked by the pressure she had felt moments ago and couldn't calm down for a long time. It was Fu Ziming who recovered first, hastily offering a forced smile, "I'm sorry, sir. My girlfriend was impulsive, disturbing both of your elegance. We truly apologize."
