The man was clothed entirely in black, wearing a woolen coat with all contrasting white buttons done up, beneath which he sported a pair of men's boots, with his hands tucked into his pockets.
His hair, freshly washed before leaving the house, was still slightly damp at the ends, which, even without hair gel, lent his countenance an added sharpness. As winter had begun, his glasses were prone to fogging up, so he had chosen to go without, allowing his slightly lean face, with its somewhat deep-set eyes, to be fully visible.
With the year-end rapidly approaching, there were many things to take care of at the company.
"Wait here for me, I'll go fetch the second young master." Song Yue instructed the chauffeur, and headed into the premises of Chang Ming University.
He had learned in the school's parents' WeChat group that Song Zhan had an exam that afternoon. Having completed his company-related tasks, Song Yue had come over to take a look.
