Fu Huai'an's gaze sank, his dark gaze filled with cold and violent emotions. His thin lips pursed into a straight line that was like a sharp blade.
The warm light and Lin Nuan entered his vision together. He saw the pale-faced Lin Nuan, who was standing in front of the fireplace, and he concealed the emotions in his eyes under faint gentleness as the light shone down on them. He took a look at his watch and said in an even gentler voice, "If you still don't make a move, the show will be delayed, and we won't have time to have lunch together at noon."
Lin Nuan's icy fingertips clenched together. She was afraid that Fu Huai'an was trying to send her away, and she stood there, not moving, with a pale countenance.