In the study room.
The man seemed to have returned from a shower, dressed in gray loungewear, with off-white pants on his lower half, standing by the window with a glass in hand, while steam wafted from the humidifier in the corner of the room.
A white cat crouched at his feet, stretching out its paw to reach for his trouser leg.
It appeared to want to climb up, yet the tall, standing man seemed to be unaffected by the mischievous white cat.
Perhaps it was because of his attire, but Gu Jiangnian looked less sharp than usual today and a bit more gentle.
However, Jiang Muwan knew that this gentleness was probably fake.
After a moment, the man slowly turned around with his glass, and she could see clearly that it wasn't plain water in the cup, but a glass of Western liquor.
"Vice President Jiang has some tactful methods," Gu Jiangnian's frosty voice rose up before her, without a hint of warmth.
