Zhou Hengguang narrowed his eyes slightly, brushing his hand over his forehead, before realizing in his haste to leave that he had left his down jacket in the meeting room. Just as he was about to turn around to retrieve it, Ji Fang was already rushing over with his long white down jacket in hand.
"Your coat." Ji Fang had just realized it too and ran back quickly to fetch it, catching up without a word to help Zhou Hengguang put it on.
Wearing the long and fluffy down jacket on his slender and gaunt frame, Zhou Hengguang looked like a delectable little bun, complemented by his soft black hair, everything seemed so pleasant to the eye. Even the aloofness and detachment he usually carried seemed much diluted.
It was a complete contrast to when he wore a suit.
