Zhuo Jingren's face was dark. His eyes were narrowed, rigid and cold as he stared at the person across him.
Meanwhile, Lily was staring at Zhuo Jingren, observing him. She waited a few minutes and then walked out of the room to see why Zhuo Jingren had not come back. Lily was a little surprised to see him in the living room staring daggers at someone who was wearing brown chinos with a colorful Hawaiian shirt. Even though Lily didn't recognize the guy, she knows that this person is acquainted with Zhuo Jingren, otherwise why would he dare to smile at Zhuo Jingren when he was giving him a murderous glare?
The man arched an eyebrow and asked with mirth apparent in his eyes, "Aren't you going to give me a hug?"
"Why are you here, Bei?" Zhuo Jingren asked Bei Tian, his tone cold.
