Fu Lun leaned back in the leather seat, his elbows resting on the armrests on either side. He looked up at Yan Luoxi and gave her a slight smile, "Luoxi, long time no see."
Yan Luoxi sat down opposite him, her face clearly looking unpleasant. She said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard it was you who took Xiaolian away that night?" Fu Lun elegantly crossed his legs, exuding the aura of a successful elite. But for some reason, Yan Luoxi always felt a touch of aberration in his demeanor.
She thought, probably because he abused Xiaolian and even imprisoned her, which gave her a bias against him, so no matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem like a good person.
"Yes, Xiaolian is now living with me. Mr. Fu, since she is dispensable to you, please let her go and stop tormenting her," Yan Luoxi said, filled with righteous indignation.
No matter how outstanding this man is, having a tendency for domestic violence means he isn't a good person.
