One hour before.
The President's office.
"President Mo, here's the information about the lady who was in your room last night." The President's Assistant, Wei Zheng, placed the documents on his desk before taking a step back politely.
A man was sitting behind the black office desk.
He was in a black shirt with the buttons at the collar and cuffs and two more before his chest undone. It revealed his toned, alluring chest.
He was looking through the set of documents Wei Zheng had just handed him.
Even as he looked down, his handsome face still perfect in every way—the angle of his nose bridge, his tightly pursed lips, each feature was incredibly charming.
His eyelashes were lush and curled upwards, the way many women could only hope to achieve even with mascaras.
Wei Zheng glanced at his Boss and couldn't help but swallow a gulp.
Even as a man, he was occasionally stunned by his Boss's beauty.
A moment later.
