Tang Wu looked at the man close to her.
This was the first time she had looked at him so closely since they met three years ago.
His short black hair fell over his forehead and his face was well-defined. It was not that kind of firmness and coldness, but his handsome face. Under his tall nose, his pink lips were thin and stylish. The immaturity from back then had faded away and he exuded a cold and noble masculine charm.
He did not smoke today and could smell the man's high-end perfume and aftershave.
Tang Wu covered her face with her hand and warned him softly, "If you don't return my phone, don't blame me for being rude."
He leaned his tall body against the chair and put his hands behind his head. There was a lazy look on his cold face and he gave a low laugh. "How can I not be polite?"
Tang Wu twisted his arm hard.
His muscles were smooth and firm, without any fat. She could not twist them much, but her fingers hurt.
