Su Hang's warm palm temperature was seeping into the back of Xi Yan's hand. This warmth was familiar to her, yet it was also strange—after all, they had been separated for so many years. People always change. Feelings change. Just like the once pure and untainted him had learned to smoke, learned to drink, and had also learned the deceitful tactics of the business world.
He was no longer that green youth. He had become the helmsman of the Su Group.
Xi Yan's hand twitched slightly, trying to withdraw it from Su Hang's grasp, but his fingers tightened, holding it more firmly in his palm, not allowing her to escape, his gaze intensely fixed on her.
"Su Hang, let go," Xi Yan tried to move her hand again, "I already have a boyfriend now. Could you please show some respect for me?"
