Today, he was still wearing a black suit and white shirt, his tall figure exuding a cold and stern authority.
Su Xingyu turned to see him and mumbled, "Nothing's wrong."
Lu Shifeng walked over to her, towering: "Nothing's wrong?"
There was a certain heavy pressure in his voice, almost like an interrogation, forcing her to take a step back. She was too short, a whole head lower than him, and had to strain her neck to see his face clearly.
She was somewhat upset: "Lu Shifeng, I can handle it myself."
Though she was already married to him, in terms of her career, at least, she didn't want him to interfere too much.
Lu Shifeng spread his arms, indicating for her to remove his coat.
It was then she remembered she hadn't been waiting for him today in the foyer's living room, no wonder he asked her what was wrong as soon as he came in. Sighing quietly, she obediently moved behind him, stood on tiptoe, and removed the meticulously crafted suit jacket from his shoulders.
