89 Looking down, Han Zhuoli Caught a Glimpse of It, and Used His Thumb to Slowly Rub Her Fist Open (2/2)

Luckily, he remembered Chu Tian's words and forced himself to put the hand that had already reached out back down by his sides.

However, Lu Man was still in her daze just then the lift door opened so Han Zhuoli lightly grabbed Lu Man's arm and entered the lift with her.

As the doors closed, he pressed the button for the first floor, ”After you left, Lu Qiyuan came to the public relations department, and slandered you quite a bit.”

As expected of Lu Qiyuan!

Lu Man body became stiff with anger and she tightly clenched her fists.

Even when her nails were piercing her skin, she did not feel any pain.

Compared to being framed by her own biological father, this physical pain was nothing.

Looking down, Han Zhuoli caught a glimpse of it, and gently grabbed her fists, and used his thumb to slowly rub her fists open.

After Lu Man's hand was loosened, the purple-red marks made by her nails digging into her skin were revealed.

Han Zhouli frowned slightly as his fingers touching the red marks on her palm, and he slowly rubbed against them.

Suddenly Lu Man acted as if she had been electrocuted, her hand trembled violently and she quickly pulled her hand out of his palm.

Somehow, in a moment of carelessness, she had let him hold her hand just now. Even now she could still feel the warmth of his hand, which eventually spread all the way from her palm to her heart, leaving her numb and quivering.

”I'm sorry, I was too abrupt,” Han Zhuoli smiled slightly and retracted his hands that were still in the air.

Lu Man's face had an expression of shock that she could not mask, did this person suddenly have a change of heart?

The last time they had met, he had been not at all respectful, kissing and hugging her on every chance he would get. However, this time, even though it was only holding hands, he sincerely apologized with seriousness

Suddenly, Lu Man came to a shocking realization, this whole afternoon from the time they met him, he had been very well-behaved like a perfect gentleman.

”I had sent you a message last time to say it, but I still feel that formally saying it face-to-face is much better,” Han Zhuoli said seriously, ”I'm very sorry for my rudeness before. I'm not the kind of improper person, so I hope you can forgive me.”