The man's deep eyes were brimming with a piercing coldness as he stood up and strode toward her, speaking carelessly, "Are you sure we won't have any intersection anymore, hmm?"
The threat in the man's tone was palpable. Yan Luoxi tilted her small face upward, defiantly meeting his expressionless look—it was clear that she had angered him. She spoke softly, "I hope so!"
Li Yeqi slowly stepped back, his gaze lowered, staring at her face. The smile in his eyes lacked warmth, "Let's wait and see who will come to who next time. However, if you come to beg me first, my attitude might not be so kind."
She understood the threat in his words.
Yan Luoxi's hands were clenched tightly around the edge of the desk, recklessly provoking him, "Not sure who will be asking whom yet."
