Am I Mere Decoration to You?

Gao Daiwei's chest was heaving greatly. Looking at the man who had Lin Nuan by the shoulders, she was oddly astounded by the powerful aura exuded by that man and couldn't help but take a second look.

Dressed immaculately in a suit, Fu Huai'an's style was simple yet classy.

The suit accentuated his tall and slender figure perfectly. Coupled with his well-chiseled facial features, even if he didn't speak a word, his mere presence exuded an air of maturity and excellence—that of a man with a successful career.

Without saying or doing anything, his strong presence silently oppressed Gao Daiwei, such that she was unable to speak a word.

Fu Huai'an lowered his gaze and looked at Lin Nuan, positioning her on his right, enquiring in a low voice, "Are you hurt?"

Upon seeing Fu Huai'an, the grievance in Lin Nuan's heart appeared to be magnified by several magnitudes…