Su Xinyao held her breath the moment she saw Zhou Rui.
"Young Master Zhou."
The doorman's attitude did a complete one-eighty. He bowed so low his back curved like a shrimp.
The man didn't respond. He just nonchalantly swept his gaze around the room, his eyes pausing for a fraction of a second as they passed over Su Xinyao.
Su Xinyao's heart began to pound. 'In her past life, Zhou Rui never looked at her like this.'
She swallowed the lump in her throat and suddenly remembered what she looked like right now.
Her coarse clothes were dusty from travel, and her hair was disheveled from days on the road.
"Move."
The man finally spoke. His voice was deep and husky, a stark contrast to Mu Tianrui's gentle tone.
Two burly men immediately stepped forward and shoved Su Xinyao unceremoniously aside.
She stumbled but managed to steady herself, watching his tall, straight back disappear into the Paramount.
