The hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, the autumn wind swirling the white curtains, filling the entire room with a chill.
Mo Hexuan lounged on the sofa, legs stretched out, a glass of red wine in hand, slowly sipping, his pair of dark eyes nonchalantly surveyed Meng Xi'er sitting opposite him.
Meng Xi'er kept her head down, pretending not to notice his gaze, she opened her recorder and folder, and said to Mo Hexuan, "Mr. Mo, shall we start the interview?"
Mo Hexuan slowly set his glass of wine on the coffee table in the center, raised his head and asked casually, "What is your name?"
Meng Xi'er paused for a moment, "My name is Meng Xi'er."
"How old are you?"
"..." Meng Xi'er slightly furrowed her brows, looking at the man in front of her who seemed to take an interest in her, she didn't like being toyed with in a professional setting, even if the man was handsome and a billionaire.
