With such questions in mind, Ji Weixi followed the crowd shuffling into the meeting room.
She could clearly feel that the others were looking at her weirdly—it must be because of the recent news.
After all, she and her sister Ji Jianing were on trending, and it was clear that they were going for each other's neck.
Two sisters fighting to no end over one man. The very thought of what it meant was simply exciting.
There was some commotion outside the door. Ji Weixi looked up and found Li Shaoling entering with a cold face.
He had taken off his jacket and the two topmost buttons of his white shirt were undone—subtly exposing his indescribably alluring collarbone.
His brow and eyes were cool yet showed some signs of fatigue, along with its usual lofty aloofness.
He leaned into the back of his chair, folded his long legs and placed his hand lazily on the handles.
His every movement was like a portrait, a lethal piece of art.
