What Shen Yuan greeted him was a three-tall man with a broad stature. They are inarguably alphas with good, well-paying jobs based on their crisp suit and ties.
That is Shen Yuan's description from his commoner's point of view.
This is his way of distracting himself from looking at the handsome middle-aged man with dark gray hair. He doesn't like the presence of this man who seems to be the boss of the other two newcomers. His gait as he walks ahead of his assistants makes it seem like he owns the place.
But try as he might, he couldn't help but look since something inside him was bubbling with irritation even though he hadn't met the man before today.
Maybe it's the dagger-sharp eyebrows that don't rub him the right way or the apathetic glint of the man's eyes. The celestial fox spirit couldn't put a finger on it. But one thing is sure: he wanted to flip the table in this man's face and turn his back on them.
