Gu Yuxin froze. The man's presence was overpowering—stronger than anyone she had ever encountered.
She had seen plenty of powerful and influential people in this industry, but she had never met anyone who could make her feel like she was suffocating with just a calm, expressionless stare.
Gu Yuxin remained frozen to the spot, forgetting to even get up. She was completely oblivious to what a pathetic sight she made.
Lu Xize slowly crouched down and took a small, cream-colored pocket square from his pocket. He then moved his foot aside and, using the pocket square as a barrier, picked up the phone.
As he crouched closer, Gu Yuxin felt a brief daze. A faint scent of mint mixed with a hint of tobacco drifted from him—crisp and cool. It was a fragrance she had never smelled on any man before.
It was intoxicating.
But her reverie didn't last long. With a loud PLUNK, he tossed the phone, still wrapped in the pocket square, directly into a large, water-filled bucket nearby.
