The moment Luo Xiaolei entered the room, her eyes immediately fell onto the man sitting behind an elegant, dark wooden desk.
His face was serious. His black tie was loosened and strands of his ink black hair had fallen over his forehead. His gorgeous brows were pulled together and he looked terrifyingly intimidating. Now that she was looking at him, she finally understood why his men didn't dare to interrupt him.
She glanced at the quiet breathing statues on the sofa before she breathed deeply. Then, she walked towards his desk, her heels clicking softly as it hit the floor.
The lines on Yu Chen's forehead went even deeper the instant he heard the noise. His face was dark as he raised his gaze.
Luo Xiaolei almost halted in place the moment she saw just how incredibly cold and deadly sharp his eyes were. This man never looked at her like this before so she couldn't help but flinch.