Shao Lin was stunned when Long Jie addressed her casually. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape. Then, finally, she stood, shaking one of his firm hands. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Long," she greeted, astonished by his strength and his beauty. Winter night. His hair was lighter than Long Yat-sen and Long Xia's, but the contrast of his eyes made him look like ice and fire.
He smiled. "I hear my son and daughter are treating you well?"
Shao Lin nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Of course. Never better company." She smiled back nervously.
"Glad to hear, Miss Shao. Can you follow me for a moment?"
Shao Lin blinked at him. "Yes. I don't mind."
Long Jie then tucked his hands in his pockets and started walking toward the home office. The door left ajar. It was Long Yat-sen's place, but his father walked as if he owned it. Owned everything. Perhaps he did in some ways. The Longs had established their power and wealth for years.
