Rong Yan was feeling restless when suddenly, the door opened.
Li Shengxiao had changed out of his daytime clothes into a set of silver-gray satin home wear. The simple home outfit, ironed meticulously, clung to his well-built and statuesque figure, highlighting his exceptionally handsome features. His long legs could rival those of a male model, commanding an imposing presence.
In his hand, he carried a glass of juice, the scarlet liquid housed within appearing to elevate in class simply by him holding it.
Li Shengxiao, holding the glass of juice, walked in from outside. Approaching her, he spoke in a husky voice, "Haven't finished up yet?"
Rong Yan's gaze quickly shifted away from the striking man and she covertly hid her phone, stammering, "It's, it's almost done. Aren't you having a meeting tonight?"
He typically had endless meetings—in the car, the elevator, the study, the living room. He seemed to always be in a meeting, issuing commands with a headset glued to his ear.
