"Is the wedding date set?"
Chi Huan was startled, not expecting his first words to be about that, but she soon responded with a laugh, "Not yet, does Mr. Lawrence wish to attend?"
The man's face held a distant smile, neither warm nor cold, maintaining just the right aloofness of a stranger, "If you both invite me, I wouldn't mind attending."
"Surely Mr. Lawrence hasn't come specially to ask about the wedding date?"
"I have a flight back to Paris this afternoon,"
He looked at Chi Huan's face, those seemingly gentle eyes that seemed not to give anything away, yet she felt as if she was being completely seen through.
But his tone remained impassive, without any detectable fluctuations, as if those in high positions are always adept at concealing their emotions, especially in front of those they are unfamiliar with, "Mo Shiqian's matters typically wouldn't interest me, but I've heard... he plans to resign from the position of president of Clod—Summer's Asia Division."
