The President left without mentioning Ye Huang's digestive issues, nor did he bring up last night's spicy diced chicken. Bai Xiao heaved a sigh of relief and glared at Ye Huang as she patted herself on the chest, "You really should know better. If you can't handle spicy food, don't eat it! Bothering the President in the middle of the night, aren't you embarrassed?"
"I'm not lost. I'm back," Ye Huang replied with a smile in his eyes.
His complexion was still very pale, and when he smiled, there was a certain delicate and sickly beauty to it. His presence seemed much less intimidating.
With that temperament, if he wore her "Summer Rain" clothing line, it would definitely be artistic and garner a fan base.
Bai Xiao unconsciously started "fitting" her design from yesterday onto Ye Huang. The more she "fitted" it onto him, the more she felt it suited him perfectly. If she could get him to model for her...
