On the side of the hall, Yan Xiao was swaying the tall glass in his hand as he walked over.
"Beautiful doctor, we meet again."
Han Xi glanced coldly at Yan Xiao but showed no intention of acknowledging him.
"You seem quite unruly."
Mr. Lu's deep voice carried a chilling coldness, as though it could pierce through a person.
"Mr. Lu, did I say something wrong? Doctor Han is indeed beautiful, as lovely as someone in a refreshing and elegant painting from an ancient scroll."
Yan Xiao seemed completely fearless of Lu Jinghan, speaking as if Han Xi were a girl he could pursue freely, casually expressing his admiration.
In the fathomless black eyes of Lu Jinghan was the coldness of a bleak late autumn: "It seems the Yan Family truly lacks manners. Shall I educate you on behalf of your parents?"
"You troublemaker, all you know is to stir up trouble. Hurry up and apologize to President Lu."
