His deep, dark eyes had just swept over her, and she had avoided his gaze almost instantly.
Fu Xiyao hid herself in a corner, and her small hands pressed down hard on her heart that was about to jump out of her chest. She had been so caught off guard when she had met him that she had been so flustered that she had even taken a glance at him.
In her previous life, she had missed fifteen of his years.
Those fifteen years were his most glorious time.
Fu Xiyao clearly knew that Ling Limu’s best time in this life had already invaded her, bringing with it a strong temptation and temptation.
At this moment, a deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ears. It was like a treasured French red wine, so pleasant that it could make one’s ears pregnant.
“Hello, Queen.”
Ling Limu’s voice was filled with indifference and indifference.
“President Ling, please, Let’s go in and talk.”
The Queen and Ling Limu walked in together.