Lu Xiangtian looked into Zhao Youlin's eyes, as if he had seen them somewhere before. His whole body suddenly trembled, and he actually took a step back. He sighed and said, "Ms. Zhao, you don't have to do this. I... I have no malicious intent toward you and your family."
Zhao Youlin could not help but laugh in the end. "Perhaps that's what you think, but in fact, your actions have already brought me and my family a lot of unnecessary trouble."
Lu Xiangtian was stunned. This was the first time in his life that someone had taken his goodwill as trouble. There was something in his heart that wanted to break out of the ground. He was disappointed, helpless, and melancholic about Zhao Youlin's rejection, but he was not angry.
Seeing that Zhao Youlin had turned around and wanted to leave, Lu Xiangtian almost instinctively reached out and grabbed Zhao Youlin's wrist, stopping her from leaving.
