The man looked at her, silent.
Indeed, how else would Mr. Xu come over, if not by driving.
Bearing his gaze, Leh Ying didn't know what to say either. What could she say upon such a sudden visit, "Happy Winter Solstice"?
Xu Jingxi made a phone call to have food delivered, straightened his trousers, then finally sat down in the chair to look at her.
"Do you have to finish it?"
"I must finish it."
The young girl smiled sweetly, her knit cardigan covered in dust, with no intention of getting close to him.
The young master wore clothes without logos, all made from expensive fabrics, especially the coat he had on.
What a beautiful and rare muskox wool to create the Royal Qiviuk fabric, a fabric that might not restore to its original state once it gets dirty and is dry-cleaned.
With a seated and standing posture, Xu Jingxi inclined his noble head, gesturing toward the stool next to him.
