Gao Guang, dressed in a robe, stared at the door, somewhat stunned by the sight of Francisco.
"Boss."
Francisco stood to one side, his right hand gesturing towards the young man beside him, then he said with a serious face, "This is my cousin whom I've mentioned to you several times, Ricardo Grillo."
Gao Guang was taken aback for a moment, because Ricardo's handsomeness exceeded that of an ordinary person; he had the kind of looks that could make him a star. However, his expression was too stern and his gaze seemed fierce.
It wasn't coldness, but the fierceness and sharpness typical of an enforcer, which looked suitable on Francisco but seemed out of place on a handsome law student.
Ricardo bowed slightly, saying firmly, "It's an honor to meet you, sir."
The porch was quite high, so Gao Guang, looking down upon the two men, suddenly felt he was being impolite.
"Hello, please come in, do come in."
