Sorry to trouble you—
Her words weren't even finished before her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She turned around, and the man's unparalleled, refined face crashed into her line of sight.
Li Shengxiao gripped the girl's slender wrist firmly. His voice, deep and magnetic like a cello, resonated powerfully, "Sorry, baby. I'm late."
Sorry, baby… Rong Yan's heart started pounding wildly, nearly bursting out of her chest. Her eyes were locked on his, completely dazed.
Li Shengxiao's lips carried a faint, perfect smile. He reached out carefully to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before looking towards the man sitting in the car. His gaze flickered with a cold glint, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What a coincidence, running into you here, Mr. Zhong."
