Yan Luoxi's eyes snapped open, and through the blur of tears, she could vaguely make out a tall, imposing figure standing at the door, radiating an overwhelming aura of intimidation.
Almost reflexively, Yan Luoxi pushed Han Zheng away, staring blankly at the man who had appeared before her.
Three years ago, she had sent people to inquire about him. It seemed that Li Yeqi was completely unaware of what had happened back then; perhaps he still didn't know what had occurred, why after a business trip away, Xue Shuying was dead, and she had left.
A trace of hurt flickered rapidly in Han Zheng's eyes as he watched Yan Luoxi's dazed expression, then his gaze shifted toward that man. As he stepped forward, the cramped room felt even more constricting.
"Mr. Li, that's quite an amusing thing to say. With neither of us married, on what basis do you call us adulterers?" Han Zheng's eyes met Li Yeqi's, filled with provocation and sarcasm.
