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Behind him stood the Gothic church of the architectural revival movement, with its white terracotta facade and stained glass windows.
The surrounding silence was profound, and with his head slightly bowed, he watched the pigeons pecking at the ground.
He remained quiet, so she also stayed silent, silently taking a sip of her coffee.
Not far away, a black Audi executive car was parked, its driver unknown.
Firmly stationed beside an ancient mailbox stand, its ordinary emblem low-key and unassuming.
Leh Ying couldn't help but smile.
Mr. Xu, well,
he always tries to be like an ordinary person, but in private, his actions are ultimately rational, excessively formal and without the slightest hint of emotion, sometimes really like a work machine. No matter how much you beg, even on your knees, it would be useless if it's not in his interest.
Truly, if only he'd be more approachable, less guarded and cold, it would be so much better.
