On the dimly lit corridor, the man's tall and graceful figure, his silent stance reminiscent of an evergreen pine, exuded an oppressive aura.
As Fu Lun approached slowly, that oppressive feeling grew stronger and stronger.
"President Li?" Fu Lun looked at the aloof and noble man before him with surprise, clearly not expecting him to be here, let alone waiting outside Yan Luoxi's door.
Li Yeqi nodded slightly, his demeanor cold and distant, and his icy gaze fell upon the girl sleeping soundly in his arms, causing his brows to furrow incrementally.
In the arms of another man, she seemed to sleep soundly.
A sourness welled up in Li Yeqi's heart, the atmosphere around him becoming more and more stagnant as his complexion gradually grew colder.
Fu Lun felt so oppressed by his presence that he was nearly out of breath. All of a sudden, the weight in his arms lightened, and before he could see how the other man had moved, Yan Luoxi had already been securely embraced in his arms.
