Li Beijue's gaze lifted imperiously; he glanced at her impatiently, his thin lips pressed together briefly, "My standard is whatever pleases my eye." But to this day, there was only one woman who pleased his eye.
So, Chi Enen was the standard.
The female host was befuddled upon hearing this and wanted to ask more questions, but seeing his impatience, she wisely held her tongue. The topic shifted to the finance section. Chi Enen didn't understand any of it and zoned out while clutching the cloth.
Ever since they had parted ways three months earlier not on good terms, she hadn't seen this man for a long time, and these past few months she had even deliberately avoided news about him. For some reason, seeing him this time, even through the screen, she felt that he looked somewhat pale, as though he had just recovered from a serious illness...
Was Li Beijue sick?
Was it because he was too tired? Or... because of her?
