The man's face looked terribly unpleasant, his entire demeanor exuded coldness, as if he was ready to strike someone at any moment, deterring anyone from approaching him.
Zuo Yuqing's wrist was gripped so tightly it started to hurt severely, she even had the illusion that this man was about to break her hand. The pain turned her complexion even paler, almost making her cry out in agony.
The man's long legs clad in suit trousers moved so fast that Yuqing could hardly keep up with his pace. There were a few times she almost stumbled, but thankfully she reacted quickly and sped up to follow him.
Lu Jingchen did not respond to Zuo Yuqing's words. His thin lips were tightly sealed as he opened the box door, ready to leave. He almost bumped into a waiter who was just about to bring in some food. He ignored the waiter, pulling Yuqing past him and out the door.
