The servant nodded politely and responded, "Okay, sir, please sit for a moment. I'll go right away."
"Mm."
Lu Huai'an changed into slippers, stepping onto the wooden floor without making an obvious sound. If he had been wearing those leather shoes, it would have been much more intimidating.
Although Lin Chu kept her head down, her peripheral vision followed the man's footsteps.
Watching him walk over from the door, step by step, his long legs moving in steady rhythm. Actually, she was wrong; this kind of silent danger is even more terrifying.
His fingers, with clearly defined knuckles, undid the buttons of his suit jacket elegantly and with noble poise, and he sat down on the sofa opposite.
Before he even spoke, Lin Chu swallowed nervously without any self-control.
The living room was particularly quiet. After placing the brewed tea on the coffee table, the servant looked at Lin Chu, who seemed like she had done something wrong with her lowered head, and secretly smiled.
