Zhao Youlin looked at the smile on his face, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose from the bottom of her heart, causing her to take a step back almost instinctively.
Unexpectedly, there was a hard wall behind her. It would have been fine if Zhao Youlin had not retreated, but this retreat cornered her against the wall. Lu Sizheng took the opportunity to quickly step forward and put one hand on the side of Zhao Youlin's face. He completely blocked Zhao Youlin's path.
Zhao Youlin's face darkened. She resisted the urge to throw him over her shoulder and said through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" The smile on Lu Sizheng's face was almost stereotypically evil. "Have you forgotten, Ms. Zhao? I told you before that I'm pursuing you. You were so unguarded in front of me. You followed me up the mountain and went under the same roof as me, alone in the same room. Could it be that you have finally seen my strengths and decided to abandon President Mu and..."
