Li junyu did not reject her request, nor did he reprimand her. Instead, he arranged for someone to change their meeting room.
Ruan Mengmeng was a little overwhelmed by li junyu's friendliness.
She sat on the other end of the leather chair and quietly looked at li junyu, who was looking down at his tablet.
She wanted to thank him, but she felt that li junyu looked a little different now.
He had changed into a dark-colored suit, a three-piece one, and the slim waistcoat outlined his muscles clearly.
The collar of the white shirt inside was well-ironed, and a black patterned tie was tied around the collar. His entire person exuded a domineering elegance.
Noticing the coldness in his dark eyes, ruan Mengmeng pursed her lips.
Li junyu looked so unfamiliar.
He wasn't like the man who liked to rub her head intimately when they were in the car these days.
Li junyu's current state reminded her of the cold and emotionless feeling she had when she first met him.
