Mysterious and cold
A deep, dark glint flashed across Huang Luoxiu's eyes, and the aura on his body was filled with a sinister charm.
He leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his fingers tapping on the arm of the chair, slowly and steadily, his whole body exuding a seductive aura.
Just like that, Huang Luoxiu quietly watched his phone ring.
He didn't take it.
The phone stopped. After a few minutes, it rang again.
A dark glint flashed across Huang Luoxiu's eyes. After a while, he picked up his phone and swiped it with his long fingers.
"Hey!"
Huang Luoxiu's voice was cold when he spoke. It was hard to tell what he was feeling from his single word.
Huang Luoxiu had always been an introverted and mysterious person. Even his subordinates would not be able to guess his thoughts.
Only in front of Zi Lingxi would he become gentle.
However, from that day on, Huang Luoxiu returned to his cold and unfeeling self.