Throughout the event, Long Xiliang and Lu Xiaoyou seemed to have no interaction, but her hand was already sweating from his grip.
At the end of the celebratory banquet, everyone in the private room respectfully saw Long Xiliang, this deity-like figure, off.
Before leaving, Lu Xiaoyou bid farewell to each of the staff members in the private room.
Half an hour later, she stepped into the elevator with Hou Muyan.
When the elevator arrived at the underground parking lot, the moment Lu Xiaoyou stepped out, a hand reached out, hooked her waist, and pulled her aside.
Hou Muyan glared at the man who had confined Lu Xiaoyou in his arms – if he were a fierce dog, he would have bared his fangs at this man by now.
Long Xiliang had already been waiting in the parking lot for a while, his voice cold and nearly void of emotion as it reached Lu Xiaoyou's ear:
"Come with me."
Lu Xiaoyou waved at Hou Muyan, "Little Monkey, go home by yourself."
"Ow… woof…"
