In the classical-styled, serene and silent CEO office of Tianyu Group, Nangong Bing's slender jade fingers and her impassive, pretty face were creased with worry, a hint of melancholy flickering across her cheeks.
Staring blankly at the cup of premium Blue Mountain coffee in her hand, Nangong Bing was feeling very messy and complex, her mind filled with images from last night. Whenever she recalled the figure of the man in the bronze mask, an indescribable feeling would stir in her heart, a feeling that was chaotic and made her thoughts complicated, lingering on the faint smell of tobacco that emanated from him, along with the overwhelming masculinity, all of which left Nangong Bing's heart and mind unsettled. She had no idea how Sun Tianyang was doing now, let alone the current situation of the man in the bronze mask.
