Lu Dahao, please, just say something.
Those eyes are too frightening. Could it be that he really suspects her of being an advanced scam artist?
002 Who Let You Leave
"Lu..." Song Weng was nervously drumming on the inside, "Mr. Lu?"
She had been waiting for Lu Xiuyuan to speak.
But the great male god Lu just wouldn't say a word.
He looked at Song Weng with what Lu Qingya thought was an eye full of deep affection.
But Song Weng felt that gaze was like a sharp and cold blade, peeling her open layer by layer.
It was absolutely hair-raising.
If it weren't for the dull pain in her elbow and knee, she might have thought she was already dead, and all of this was just a sensation after death.
Better slip away.
As she turned around, that icy voice behind her sounded again, "Stop."
She turned to look and realized her bag was still at the end of the bed, quickly grabbed it, and hurried towards the door.
"Who said you could leave?"
