The man's hand was dry and warm. Being held by such a hand, Zimei was completely dazed.
Her mind was in chaos, unable to process a single thought, her heart pounding rapidly.
A Cheng was actually holding her hand…
Ye Cheng was walking swiftly but suddenly came to a halt. His gaze fixed straight ahead, and his expression instantly darkened.
Because of the man's sudden stop, Zimei nearly bumped into his broad back. Just as she was wondering what had happened, she saw Lu Shanhu approaching them with his hands folded behind his back.
Zimei clearly felt the large, warm hand holding hers abruptly loosen. Before she could react, Ye Cheng suddenly strode away.
His tall, slender figure seemed distant and icy, carrying a hidden fury.
"Little Zi, they're still waiting. Let's go back to the private room," Lu Shanhu said.
Zimei continued to stare blankly at the receding figure, her heart sinking lower and lower. The hope that had just ignited was swiftly extinguished.
