An Xiaoyu looked up and met those deep, mysterious black eyes.
The man who entered was none other than Shen Yufeng.
He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit that accentuated his statuesque figure even more strikingly. On that handsome yet domineering face of his, there was not a hint of expression, which made him look all the more restrained and yet incredibly sexy.
This man clearly belonged to the ascetic type; cold yet imposing, he could make someone fall head over heels in an instant, unable to take their eyes off him.
They had only parted that morning, no more than two hours ago, yet An Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat the moment she saw him.
She really didn't expect to encounter him in the elevator, what a coincidence!
Shen Yufeng gave An Xiaoyu an indifferent glance, his facial expression unchanged as if he didn't recognize her at all. He then gracefully turned around to stand in front of An Xiaoyu, leaving her with a view of his back.
