The man's gaze had lingered on the blackboard newspaper.
Hearing Qin Minsheng's words, he withdrew his attention from the blackboard newspaper.
Gu Yingzhou's deep eyes swept over Lin Tang.
He nodded slightly.
His voice was low and resonant, "I'm troubling Factory Director Qin."
The voice was pleasant, like the clinking sound of jade, revealing a languid and cool sense of detachment.
Lin Tang looked up at the man and locked eyes with his bobbing Adam's apple.
It was like a small bead, deeply enticing.
This man is really tall! That was Lin Tang's first impression.
She quickly averted her gaze, silently tsks in her mind.
Such looks, such a voice...
It was hard to imagine that an era would produce a man with such superior appearance and voice.
Gu Yingzhou sensed the gaze that had fallen on himself.
Turning towards the owner of the gaze, he saw the top of the little girl's head.
