Pale, slender fingers pinched the black coat, each detail precisely exquisite.
Before even seeing the face, Guozi was shaken by the uniquely cold and commanding aura emanating from the person wrapped up tightly before him.
He had originally thought that Ye Liu avoided meeting people because she was unfit to be seen, but now... These fingers, this figure, this temperament, were unmistakably that of a beauty in the making.
Guozi was so startled he couldn't speak clearly, "God, God, God, God... God?!"
Ye Shaohua removed the hat hooked onto her head and replied indifferently with an "Mm," "Have a seat first."
Guozi, probably in his early thirties, was almost six feet tall, which didn't quite match his reputation as an editor.
Ye Shaohua sat down, and Mu Liu, holding her coat, followed closely behind her.
Guozi was still reeling, unable to move past the fact that God Ye Liu was a woman.
The next event nearly shattered his worldview.
