Two simple syllables struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
Lu Wanwan suddenly stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowing as she decisively turned around.
"What do you want?" she asked, lifting her head to meet his gaze without any fear.
Six years had passed, and he had hardly changed.
This favored son of heaven seemed to be untouched by time, without a single imperfection left on his body.
Instead, with the maturity that came with the years, he had gained a depth and charm that only mature men have.
As always, he was dazzling, commanding a strong presence wherever he stood.
Gu Annan's gaze was like a blade as it fell upon her face, "Is this how you behave now, casually allowing others to touch you? To grope you?"
"What are you talking about? Mind your language, please," she retorted.
His first sentence had already angered her.
