He turned around, frowning as he looked at the unfamiliar woman in the distance.
The woman was still crouching under the streetlight, seemingly too frightened to move, her eyes fixed on the man before her.
Yao Beikun walked over step by step, looking down at her from above.
Such a scene vaguely had the romantic plot that only appears in pop idol dramas.
The woman looked up at the tall figure, seeing his delicate face, her heart skipped a beat as she asked again, "Is Xiaoli here? I'm her sister, my name is Liu Xiaoguai."
"Can you get up?" Yao Beikun's tone was neither warm nor cold, yet undeniably magnetic.
There was a sense of distance, characteristic of a domineering president, enough to make a young girl's heart stir.
"No, I can't." Liu Xiaoguai tried to control her heartbeat.
For some reason, her heart was beating even more intensely now than when she was just frightened.
Suddenly, Yao Beikun bent down and scooped Liu Xiaoguai up in his arms.
