Zong Zhan stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at Xi Luo, who seemed thoroughly rebellious.
A few seconds later, he placed his palm on the back of her chair, leaned down, and with a hint of roguish charm in his smile, he said, "No problem, Third Brother... will accompany... you... to stay."
Xi Luo quickly dodged to the side, just about to retort, when the man had already turned and left the balcony.
In that fleeting moment, the masculine aura emanating from him hit her, not a scent but pure hormonal essence.
Xi Luo pressed her temples, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite name.
Actually... she'd been scheming against Zong Zhan from the start and had gone out of her way to oppose him in the past year.
Zong Zhan seemed like a clear mirror in her eyes, yet he showed unprecedented patience.
Xi Luo lowered her gaze, a knowing smile tugging at her lips—he must be up to something.
As evening fell, the city's sky lit up with a curtain of neon lights.
