Wait, he said that this was his office?
I suddenly stood up and because I had gotten up too quickly, the sharp pain caused me to close my eyes and clench my fists.
When I finally calmed down and opened my eyes, I could somehow see the worry and heartache on his face. However, the next moment, the expression was gone from his face.
I guess I must have been mistaken. We were strangers. How would he be worried about me? "I'm sorry. May I ask who you are…?"
"Andrew, you can call me that."
"You are…"
"I'm the new President of the Hall Corporation."
He sat on the dark red sofa. The sunlight shone in, making him look very warm. He had narrow eyes that were clean looking, but nonetheless filled with ruthlessness. His facial features were masculine, with skinny cheeks, and his lips seemed to be wrapped in a layer of innate loneliness.
I couldn't help but cover my forehead. How could I see so much explicit content from him?
