With his elbow propped on the desk, the man's hand was supporting his face. His eyes were closed as the orange rays of the sun caressed his side profile ever so gently. His features were gentle and not even for a second one could guess how old he was.
In fact, the years had only polished down his features and enhances his handsome face.
*BANG!*
A frown appeared between his beautiful brows when he heard the loud noise which disturbed his rest. He didn't even open his eyes to see who dared to open the door of his office with such force. He already knew.
"Ying'er, have some mercy on the door," he spoke softly while his eyes stayed shut even now.
Yan Ying exhaled through her mouth and closed the door as calmly as she could. Not making any sound now. But after that, her voice was enough to give Xin Zimen another headache.
