In front of Lu Yanhe, she would no longer tear her face with Su Jia.
The lesson last time was enough; if she still wanted to win over Lu Yanhe, then she should not overestimate herself by touching Su Jia.
Lu Yanhe did not express any opinion from beginning to end, remaining silent throughout.
His gaze was sharp, occasionally glancing at the two people opposite him.
They chatted and laughed as if no one else was around, and Su Jia simply treated him like air.
A chilling coldness enveloped Lu Yanhe's entire being, so much that even the salesgirl beside him seemed to sense that he was in a bad mood, voluntarily distancing herself from him.
This was one of the largest malls in Lancheng, where even a casual piece of clothing was astronomically priced, indicating that the customers here were not to be trifled with.
This man was definitely someone they couldn't afford to offend.
Wen Xi noticed his obviously distracted appearance, and her gaze gradually dimmed.
