Lu Fengxuan's voice echoed within the room, clearly reaching the man's ears.
Their gazes locked together. Her bright eyes carried a hint of expectation, while the man's dark pupils remained deep and silent, like an unspoken standoff.
After a moment, Yu Chiyin was the first to avert his gaze. Without a word, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lips.
"..."
Lu Fengxuan's expression shifted. Her teeth bit into her lower lip, her stare filled with venom as she glared at him.
"So this is the trick the illustrious President Lu wanted to play."
After wiping his lips, Yu Chiyin smirked faintly and spoke.
No one but her could see how much effort he had to exert to maintain his usual cold and rigid demeanor.
"A young and beautiful woman like President Lu taking the initiative to throw herself at me—I imagine no man would be foolish enough to refuse."
