He stood nearly 1.9 meters tall, his presence commanding attention with his sword-like eyebrows and piercing starry eyes. Despite his impressive stature, his serious expression masked his strikingly handsome features, revealing them only upon closer inspection.
What struck her first was his imposing demeanour, reminiscent of a towering mountain. Clad in a crisply pressed uniform that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he strode purposefully towards the main entrance. The security guard, recognizing him, immediately saluted and ushered him in with utmost respect.
"Eldest Young Master, please come in," the guard greeted, though inwardly he felt uneasy. The second son of the Song family had become unpredictable since his injury, and visits from his nephew were rare, if not unheard of.
