Being stared at like this, let alone approaching, just seeing him made one's heart involuntarily tremble with fear and dread.
Hurry and disappear from in front of him.
A voice echoed in their hearts, and soon these women fled as if they had seen a ghost. No matter how much they wanted to climb the social ladder, or become the First Lady, they needed to stay alive first.
Soon, at the stairway entrance on the first floor, only Leng Changrui stood there.
At this moment, however, his gaze wasn't as sharp and fierce as they had seen; instead, his facial expression and the look in his eyes had a quality that could only be described as gentle.
Who could have imagined that at the age of twenty-five, the youngest General in Zhongxia Country, a man deemed handsome, rigorous, cold-hearted, and iron-blooded, whose demeanor resembled an ice block, could one day wear an expression of gentleness on his face.
And his gentleness was reserved solely for one person, his girlfriend—Xiao Yao.
