Fu Xiyao’s heart skipped a beat as she stared blankly at Ling Limu who was heading towards her.
“Driver, hurry up and lock the door!”
Fu Xiyao quickly gave the order.
But it was too late.
In the next second, the car door beside her was pulled open, and the cold air from the outside instantly invaded her, accompanied by a tall and handsome figure.
Ling limu propped himself on the car frame with one hand and lowered his straight back. His deep, dark eyes fell on her small face. “Why are you hiding?”
He asked in a deep and magnetic voice.
Fu Xiyao looked at the man outside. He was blocking her car and lowered his back as he asked. His attitude was just like the one in the Silbey limousine that had suddenly rushed out and forced her to stop. His frivolous and leisurely attitude was domineering and arrogant.
Fu Xiyao’s slender body trembled. “President Ling, do you need something?”
