Ye Liangyan nodded lightly, and as she turned around, her gaze naturally flowed and landed on the man's graceful and elegant profile.
The man's eyes weren't looking at her. Slightly tilting his face, he propped his forehead with one hand, his long jade-like wrist lightly bent, his posture casual and languid as he leaned on the single-seater sofa, his suit sharp, and his bearing distinguished.
However, his presence seemed to exude a cold and indifferent aura, making that side of his face appear particularly icy and heartless.
Ye Liangyan's eyes flickered only for a moment before she bowed and left the room.
...
Even upon returning to the courtyard, she still felt somewhat breathless!
The moment she had seen Mr. Jiang in the study, she felt an unprecedented oppression, as if she were about to suffocate!
Such a Mr. Jiang made her feel a nameless strangeness and fear!
But what was there to fear?
She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
