Bai Tong sat in the coffee shop idly, her head slightly lowered, holding a soup spoon and stirring the coffee in her cup.
Across from her sat a man in his thirties, unremarkable in appearance, with a generic face and dressed casually. His entire outfit probably wasn't worth a thousand yuan.
But it was this man who, from a distance, made Yang Gang feel an inexplicable pressure.
"That man is probably Long Yi. Compared to shallow men like You Sen, the depth of his character is clear at a glance!"
This person was indeed the stimulating boss, Long Yi.
Long Yi spoke very little, basically saying only a few words every ten seconds or so. His expression was bland, but Bai Tong, sitting opposite him, was tensely on edge, seemingly in a high state of tension.
"Hey, Yang Gang, what are you looking at? Someone you know?" Qin Ruoli suddenly said.
"Er.." Yang Gang retracted his gaze and smiled faintly, "It's nothing."
