Jing Haohao immediately regained her composure, clenching her now sweaty palms, facing Liang Chen. She pulled at her lips and gave a small smile, saying, "Hello, Mr. Liang."
Like a first encounter, her voice was soft and her eyes, calm.
Liang Chen stared at Jing Haohao's composed demeanor, attempting to find any hint of difference in her eyes. Yet, despite his long gaze, all he saw was the quiet tranquility in her beautiful eyes, as if all the past events he couldn't forget between them had never happened.
His muscles involuntarily tensed, and he could distinctly feel his heart skip a beat, followed by a dull pain.
Liang Chen quickly composed himself, suppressing the rolling pain and emotions within. He locked his gaze on Jing Haohao's eyes, casually raised his hand in greeting, and responded in a purely professional tone, "Hello, Miss Jing."
Jing Haohao lowered her eyes, studying Liang Chen's reach, hesitated a beat, and then extended her hand to meet his.
