Elena's POV:

I gripped the bookshelf tightly, trying to keep a safe distance from him, my insides were very nervous, and although he didn't look much right now, I knew that this wasn't going to be easy to talk about.

"You seem nervous?" He suddenly spoke, just casually swept me a glance, then tended to his own dust, did not look at me again.

After not gazing at me, I suddenly felt less pressure on my body, and after exhaling slightly, I asked him warily, "Why are you here?"

Mr. Christian smiled, he kept his poise at this time, and sat himself down first on the carpet: "I naturally have...