To the right of the interview content, there is a photo of Song Baiyan.
The crisply ironed trousers and the crossed long legs presented the demeanor and aura of someone who ascends.
Tang Li gazed at the man in the photo, who was not the scholarly type of handsome but rather handsomely refined, like an ancient wine that couldn't be fully appreciated at a glance, requiring a bit of tasting, yet inadvertently, one might find themselves in a passive position before him.
For a moment, Tang Li thought of a phrase—putting on airs.
It seemed that all powerful and influential men did this.
With this thought, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
Realizing her lapse, Tang Li immediately reined in her emotions.
She looked up at the window and noticed that the sedan had just smoothly stopped outside a hair salon.
Assistant Jiang said, "The Councilman specifically instructed that before you meet him, miss, you should dye your hair back."
