Lu Xize stirred the coffee in his cup, his gaze never once resting on Mi Feifei.
The atmosphere instantly tensed. Mi Feifei subconsciously glanced at Shen Yi on the other side.
Shen Yi's face was also expressionless. In terms of looks, Shen Yi was no less handsome than Lu Xize; it was just that their auras were different.
Lu Xize was unapproachably high and mighty, cold and arrogant, while Shen Yi was a modest gentleman, gentle as jade.
The two men, with their completely different dispositions, were now both shrouded in a similar shadow.
It made them a daunting sight.
Mi Feifei kept a smile on her face, but under the table, her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
CLINK. The small metal spoon struck the white porcelain coffee cup, the sound crisp and clear.
And that sound finally broke the tension. Lu Xize slowly set down the small spoon, his gaze sweeping past Mi Feifei and Shen Yi.
