Lu Shifeng turned his head to look at her, his gaze like a dagger: "Su Xingyu, you've grown a temper."
She was furious, glaring back defiantly: "Mind your own business! Aren't you supposed to be going to eat? Go on!"
The air around them froze, seemingly about to drop to chilling temperatures. Even Zhuang Heng, who always wore a smile, unwittingly restrained his expression, fearing Lu Shifeng's wrath. She had rarely seen Lu Shifeng so enraged, as if in the next second he would charge forward to tear that girl apart. But in the end, he just abruptly turned around and strode toward the office door.
Zhuang Heng quickly followed.
