Lu Yinfeng furrowed her brows, catching the critical information.
"Mo Nanze, are you very familiar with President Li?" she grasped Mo Nanze's hand, excitedly saying, "Then can you help me out!"
Lu Yinfeng's hands were icy cold, yet very soft.
For a moment, he felt like he was electrocuted.
Lu Yinfeng lowered her head and saw her own hand holding Mo Nanze's.
It felt somewhat impolite, as if she was taking advantage of him, but she did not want to let go.
Mo Nanze lifted his eyes to Lu Yinfeng, his eyes slightly red at the corners.
"Not helping," his voice was characteristically cold and haughty, with a bit of a deep, hoarse tone, "Lu Yinfeng, why should I help you?"
He withdrew his hand, folding them on his lap.
His posture was proud and aloof, unapproachable.
"Because...you're not a bad person," Lu Yinfeng blinked, deliberately trying to please.
"Huh," Mo Nanze scoffed lightly.
That attitude, like the massive icebergs of the Arctic!