At this moment, Su Fanxing's eyebrows were slightly raised, the corners of her mouth hooked, and the smile on her face teased a tantalizing itch in people's hearts.
Yet even so, Lin Tianyu still had a cold expression, his breath remained unchanged, as if he were a wooden figure.
Seeing this, Su Fanxing pursed her lips, feeling bored. She adjusted her clothing and stepped back, putting some distance between herself and the man.
At the same time, this further confirmed the thought that had just crossed her mind: indeed, this was clearly not a normal man.
What Su Fanxing failed to notice was that when she had gotten close to Lin Tianyu, his hands resting on his legs were tightly clenched into fists.
After the warmth in the room had gradually dissipated, Lin Tianyu picked up a document from the table and handed it to Su Fanxing.
She took it, thinking it was yet another project-related issue, but when she saw the content, her breath hitched, and her eyes narrowed.
