Lu Yan's brown eyes became somber. He was displeased with her attire.
An'an had only applied lipstick and did not put on any make-up. Her twenty-one-year-old facial features were as beautiful as a painting. She did not need any makeup on her exquisite and ravishing face.
She tousled the hair near her cheek. She could see the man as she looked at the mirror. He was standing in the room with his eyes riveted on her.
Ignoring him, she got up, picked up a little bag and changed into a pair of stilettos. The thin crystal straps were fastened across her delicate heel and she was breathtakingly beautiful.
She was going out.
Lu Yan swiftly knitted his brows. He knew that she was going out, but it was already very late now.
Where was she going in this outfit?
He strode forward and placed his calloused palm onto the door, blocking her way. "Where are you going, hm?"
