Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window slowly turned around. His slender fingers were playing with the black pen in his hand. A pair of white rimless glasses sat on his tall nose bridge, making the handsome man appear gentler.
It had been two years since they last met, but Li Yuhuan's face remained calm, "President Shen,"
Hearing her call him 'President', Shen Ang's lips curved into a self-deprecating smile, "Yuhuan, must you call me that?"
"This is your company. What should I call you if not President Shen?"
"You can call me Shen Ang. Just like you used to," he replied.
"The past is the past, and the present is the present," Li Yuhuan rejected him tactfully. She wasn't angry or resentful, but her response only upset the man. He stepped closer and said, "Yuhuan, you've been hiding from me for two years."
