Shen Wanxing covered herself well, with only some scrapes on her elbow. A moment later, she shifted her feet, wincing at the sharp pain in her ankle.
As she braced her hands against the floor to stand up, a shadow fell over her.
Raising her eyes slowly, she caught sight of the man's stern jawline, his lips pressed into a tight, straight line, a clear signal for strangers to keep away.
How did he come here?
To gloat over her misfortune?
For an instant, the tenth floor of the department store fell silent. Then, chaos erupted.
"Mr. He!"
"President He, why have you come in person!"
"That really is He Xizhou, even more handsome in person than in the financial magazines."
He Xizhou bent slightly, his deep-set eyes gazing at her. His fingers twitched, but ultimately he did nothing.
"Such a grand gesture for me?" The man's tone was laden with sarcasm as he looked down at Shen Wanxing.
