Luo Yuanjie was about to fall into her arms.
She raised her hand, without any courtesy, and gave him a push.
Clang, Luo Yuanjie fell to the ground next to them.
This movement scared Luo Yuanjie's assistant and everyone else who turned their attention towards this scene.
As if unaware, Su Yan picked up her cup, took a sip of water, and continued reading her script.
The assistant hurriedly helped Luo Yuanjie up.
"Brother Yuanjie, are you okay?"
Luo Yuanjie rubbed his chest, slowly easing the furrowed pain in his brow.
The sharp pain just now was severe, and he thought he might die from the agony.
By the time he regained his senses, the pain had already subsided.
Luo Yuanjie looked at Su Yan, who had remained indifferent the entire time, his interest deepening.
It seemed she truly didn't care about him.
Perhaps it was because many women constantly sought to climb into Luo Yuanjie's bed.
Suddenly encountering Su Yan like this.
Only aroused a deeper desire to conquer her.
