The young man was thin and appeared to be about twenty-three years old.
Dressed in designer clothing with a strikingly shiny combed hairstyle, he was quite handsome.
At first glance, he was clearly a son from a wealthy and prestigious family.
However, as the young man walked, his steps seemed unsteady, and his face looked haggard, perhaps due to overindulgence in alcohol and pleasures.
His gaze towards Xu Tangge, burning with passion yet dark with melancholy, failed to evoke any sympathy.
"Hong Ziyi, don't address me so familiarly. I'm not acquainted with you! Call me President Xu or Xu Tangge!"
Upon seeing the young man, ice and indifference had already replaced the expressions on Xu Tangge's beautiful face. Hearing his words, she furrowed her finely-arched brows and responded coldly.
