The beam from the flashlight illuminated the stairwell, their faces faintly discernible in the dim light.
The silver mask covering half of the man's face reflected the glow, while his cold, star-like dark eyes sparkled faintly.
He took a clear look at Lu Fengxuan, his brows furrowing slightly, and with a stride of his long legs, he bypassed her, intending to leave.
"Vice President Yu." Lu Fengxuan wasn't about to let him walk away so easily.
She stretched out a leg to block his path and stepped forward, instantly narrowing the distance between them to mere inches.
"Why are you leaving? I just got here, and we've even run into each other. Don't you want to say a few words to me?"
His voice was distant: "Are we very acquainted, Lu?"
"Not acquainted?" Lu Fengxuan asked while raising her phone toward him, casting its light on his sharply-defined features.
