Her hand was seized, and Weilan reflexively tried to pull away, but she couldn't.
Qin Mofeng's grip was strong, holding her hand tightly across the table with such force that Weilan felt the man's threat.
"Weilan, women should be more compliant," Qin Mofeng said in a deep voice, "Today, you were the one who sought me out."
Weilan was taken aback, irritation spreading across her face.
From the opposite building, Lu Hechen, observing from afar, abruptly stood up, a sharp glint bursting from his eyes as if his entire being had been enveloped by glaciers, brimming with aggression.
Zhuang Yuezhou's face also turned pale, unable to see clearly from a distance, only seeing Weilan's hand held by Qin Mofeng, with no sign of struggle from her. Their posture appeared very intimate.
"Damn, why are they still holding hands?" Zhuang Yuezhou murmured under his breath.
