Alan exclaimed in surprise, but Lou Xinyu simply couldn't admit it.
She couldn't believe it herself—she was actually... afraid something might happen to Wen Yaonan.
What was wrong with her?
Even though he had hurt her, she couldn't stop thinking about him.
Lou Xinyu bit her lip hard, unable to recognize her own humiliating state.
Perhaps she's going insane.
...
President's Mansion.
The massive iron gates swung open as a procession of five black sedans silently entered.
The cars stopped, and an attendant approached, bowed respectfully, and opened the car door.
Xing Chen, dressed in a black Armani suit, walked into the villa's living room with steady steps.
His pace was slightly faster than usual, his brows tightly furrowed, and his sharply defined face full of gloom.
The bodyguards who had arrived with him also disembarked, meticulously standing by outside the villa.
