Those thin lips were slightly pursed. His brows were slightly high above his eyes, and it resembled a cold pond that captures the soul when coupled with his hawkish gaze.
Even that tiny mole beneath his eye was captivating, and overwhelmingly so.
He exuded a pervasive sense of cold apathy, cutting an imposing figure despite showing no rage.
However, when Ji Weixi clearly saw his face, her mind strayed.
Why did he remind her of her son?
Could it be…
No, that was impossible.
There were only too many people who resemble each other—her thoughts were astray.
"Greetings, President Li."
Ji Weixi rose, offering a handshake and a businesslike smile.
However, Li Shaoling approached her nonchalantly—he merely cast her a sweeping glance before sitting down languidly in front of her.
He appeared utterly stuck up, and he had no intention at all of returning her gesture.
