He Guojin pushed the door open and entered; inside were a few office desks. Next to them was a genuine leather sofa. Water cooler, printer, coffee machine—all were available.
A short man and another man in his forties with slightly gray hair were sitting there. They looked up, startled at He Guojin for a moment, then began to size up Xu Qingyan.
Tall and handsome, with very attractive eyes that didn't flicker or dodge. His entire demeanor stood out sharply, and unlike the mild-mannered He Guojin beside him, Xu Qingyan was brimming with vitality.
Standing straight and rigid, somehow devilishly so, yet different from the unbending stiffness of someone with a military background. It was hard to pinpoint this vibe he gave off, as if he had endless energy.
Placed in a company, he would be a typical high-grade horse.
