Looking at Bai Yaoyao's submissive form, which was not unlike that of his subordinates at the army, his expression shifted slightly. "Miss Bai, you don't have to be so formal. Please sit."
Bai Yaoyao tried her best to compose herself and return to her elegant mien, but somehow, she had a sudden urge to flee. If she were to be with someone like this, she would die of nervousness.
Looking at the man in front of her, Bai Yaoyao tried to smile, but no matter what, she couldn't bring herself to do it. The edges of her mouth were stiff, and she could only force out, "Not sure if Duan… Duan." She was so overwhelmed by his aura that she had forgotten what he just said.
Meanwhile, Duan Yanhao was simply amused by Bai Yaoyao's face, which was flushed red from nervousness. He repeated, "Duan Yanhao."
