He had also donned into a very serious and formal suit.
I couldn't help but find it strange. Although he kept a sober face at the office on regular days, he rarely dressed so formally.
I walked over, took the tie from his hand, and said, "What's up today? Why are you dressed so formally?"
The white shirt, buttoned up properly at the collar, and the black hand-tailored suit accentuated his confident posture.
The man emanated a sense of restrained beauty, but only An Ziqi knew how wild this man could be.
Xiao Moli coughed slightly and awkwardly turned his head, "There's a press conference in the company lobby later, remember to be on time."
"A press conference?"
An Ziqi looked at him confusedly, she hadn't taken up any recent assignments, where did this press conference come from?
Not until she saw Xiao Moli's awkward expression did it click.
No wonder he didn't let her post on Instagram last night, initially she thought he had changed his mind.
