Yan Luoxi's shoulder was held by someone. She looked up and saw Fu Lun's handsome face. Instinctively, she pushed him away.
Fu Lun squinted his eyes, noticing her uncontrollable exhaustion, and said, "Luoxi, has something happened?"
Yan Luoxi ignored him. She still wasn't sure who exactly had set her up. Such a large scheme was definitely beyond the intelligence of someone like Li Youran.
Otherwise, six years ago, Li Youran would have already finished her off, and she wouldn't have had a chance to make a comeback.
If it's not Li Youran, then could it be Fu Lun?
Yan Luoxi's mind was in turmoil, making it difficult to focus. She avoided Fu Lun and walked towards the apartment. Fu Lun watched her back, his brow furrowed tightly.
What would it take for her to stop avoiding him like the plague?
