Truly suffocating.
She thought back to yesterday when she had invited Lu Huashan but had been rejected.
And now, Lu Huashan was practically begging Xia Weibao to go out for a birthday celebration, and Yan Weiyang wasn't just feeling suffocated; her lungs were tight with frustration.
Xia Weibao was about to say that she had plans with her husband today.
But before she could speak up, Lu Hualiang had already come downstairs.
He was dressed in a suit of beige homewear, descending the white staircase with the elegance and grace of a descendant of the British nobility.
His expression was cold, and his presence was as commanding as an emperor's.
Such an outstanding man, even a mere glance could make one fall deeply.
Watching him coming down step by step, Yan Weiyang couldn't help but stand up.
Her hands placed in front of her, she stood quietly and politely, her cheeks slightly flushed, her heartbeat nearly out of control.
