Zhao Lifei followed Yang Ruqin down the halls and to a different section where another group of bodyguards was standing in front of a door.
'Geez, these bodyguard organizations must be rolling in money at the number of people who are hiring them,' Zhao Lifei thought.
When the men saw Yang Ruqin, they let her through. They were trained professionals who didn't spare Zhao Lifei a glance. Instead, they kept their eyes forward for any mishaps.
The minute the door opened, the wind of Antarctica must've blown through because Zhao Lifei shivered on contact and her questioning gaze landed upon an incredibly handsome, but daunting man.
His eyes were fierce, their color darker than ink and the night itself. The aura he exuded was chilly, dark, and terrifying. Despite his intimidating vibe, he was breathtakingly handsome with thin lips, a tall nose, and a jawline so sharp, it could probably cut through glass.
