The man in front of her was wearing a meticulously crafted white shirt, walking towards her step by step until he cornered her at the edge of the table, then lowered his head to meet her gaze.
Su Xingyu, still shaken, asked, "Wh-why did you scare me? When did you come back? Weren't you supposed to be on a business trip at the Hanyu Research Center?"
"The schedule changed," Lu Shifeng said simply, lifting her chin with his hand. "Don't like that I came back?"
"N-no." Su Xingyu's bravado immediately diminished. This man was someone she couldn't afford to offend.
Lu Shifeng examined her carefully, "You seem to have lost weight."
She was still trapped against the table, his faint masculine scent surrounding her, creating an invisible pressure. She uncomfortably tried to turn her face away, saying, "Lu Shifeng, could you stand a bit further away, I-I have things to do. These photos need to go out by tomorrow."
