She caught sight of Yu Lan's slightly swollen red lips.
She was an experienced woman and knew exactly what they were: the mark of a highly possessive male, left behind in a moment of passion.
"Did you help him through his mating period?"
Shen Zueran's cold, sharp voice, laced with accusation, rang out before Mrs. Su could speak.
The man strode forward to Yu Lan's side, his dark eyes fixed on the top she was wearing—which was clearly a man's white dress shirt.
When she left the Science Research Institute, she hadn't been dressed like this.
A terrifying, dark storm seemed to swirl around him.
A violent urge to destroy everything surged madly within his heart.
Shen Zueran even wanted to charge through that closed door right now and kill the male inside with a single sword strike.
'That high-and-mighty elite, that privileged male.'
The dignified, elegant, and perpetually calm Director of the Science Research Institute, at his core, still possessed the base instincts of a male.
