When Fu Hongyi heard that Lu Zhan had requested his presence, he was surprised, and even a little honored.
He dared not delay, so he immediately dropped what he was doing and hurried to Tingyu Building.
Upon entering the private room, he saw Lu Zhan standing by the window, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Mr. Lu." Fu Hongyi bowed in greeting.
Lu Zhan turned his head, his dark eyes glancing at him dispassionately, full of scrutiny.
Fu Hongyi froze. He felt an inexplicable, oppressive pressure under that cold gaze, and a thread of unease coiled in his heart.
The honored feeling from before vanished in an instant, replaced by an icy chill.
His mind raced. 'Have I offended the Minister of the Ministry of Justice recently?'
But no matter how he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out what the problem was.
Just as Fu Hongyi was growing anxious, Lu Zhan finally looked away and said lightly, "Sit."
With that, he turned and sat down at the tea table.
