Zhou Li entered the elevator.
He was not wearing glasses, his lips pursed tightly and his handsome face looked more serious and cold.
In An Rui's impression, he had always been warm and gentle.
It was rare to see him so depressed.
An Rui thought of Shen Ting's hug and was secretly delighted.
Could it be…
It was not like he did not care about her at all.
Was he jealous?
Jealous?
After Zhou Li walked in, he stood behind An Rui.
An Rui's emotions were surging and there was not much expression on her fair face.
She did not talk to Zhou Li and was very distant.
Although she did not turn back, she could feel Zhou Li's gaze on her after he came in.
An Rui's fingers wrapped around the chain of her shoulder bag and she bit her lip.
What did he mean by staring at her?
He did not plan to say anything to her?
