He pulled out a chair and sat down directly.
His tall frame, over six feet in height, faced her mere five feet three inches. His presence was not something ordinary people could match, let alone her petite self. In this moment, it seemed as though by just sitting down without a word, he had already won.
Yet he said nothing, simply watching her in silence.
Watching this little creature who had disappeared for several days, with her chin having slimmed down considerably.
Li Zaijun looked out the window, where their reflections were cast on the floor-to-ceiling glass. With just a slight upward glance, she could see his shadow and—him looking at her.
Her breath caught slightly, and she looked down, speaking in a low, faint voice,
"Well, what do you want to talk about?"
Shen Lin stared at her, not answering her question but instead asked directly, "Who's the man in the photo?"
Li Zaijun's eyelashes fluttered slightly: "That's none of your business."
"Hmph."
