The man's complexion was very grim, his entire demeanor radiated coldness as if he was ready to lash out at any moment, making people fear to approach.
Zuo Yuqing's wrist was grasped so tightly it hurt, even giving her the illusion that her hand was about to be crushed by the man, the pain causing her complexion to grow even paler, almost making her cry out.
The man's long legs, clad in suit pants, moved briskly, making it hard for Zuo Yuqing to keep up. A few times, it seemed like she nearly fell, but fortunately, she reacted quickly enough to catch up.
Lu Jingchen didn't respond to Zuo Yuqing's words. With his lips tightly pressed together, he directly opened the private room's door, ready to leave, almost bumping into a waiter who was just about to bring in some dishes. He acted as if he didn't see the waiter and continued, pulling Zuo Yuqing past and walking away.
