The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Lu Yuxian looked at Nan Yu, who was wearing a mask, her eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation, extremely calm, a calmness that was frightening.
She quickly made amends, revealing a faint smile.
"Of course, I believe you are not here to cause trouble."
Nan Yu indifferently turned to Lu Yuxian, "Is that so?"
Just then, the waiter came in with the machinery.
"President Lu, everything is ready."
Hearing this, Lu Yuxian respectfully looked toward Nan Yu.
"Young Madam, we are all ready."
Nan Yu nodded slightly and turned her head to say to Qi Ming: "Uncle Qi, bring me my bag."
Qi Ming looked nervously at the wealth verification machine and was afraid that Lu Yuxian would notice something amiss. He quickly regained his composure with a smile.
Taking down the blue handbag hanging beside him, he passed it to Nan Yu.
"Young Madam."