"It's a gentleman who says he's an old friend of yours, and he insisted on seeing you today." The receptionist's tone was somewhat ambiguous. "I told him you might not come to the company until very late, but he said he would wait no matter how late, so I had to let him wait in the reception room."
Luo Xiaoqian was secretly a little surprised. It couldn't be Leng Zimo; who could it be?!
"Okay, I understand."
Nodding lightly at the receptionist, Luo Xiaoqian stepped towards the reception room and pushed open the door.
Inside the reception room, a man was lazily sitting on the sofa directly facing the door. There was a cup of coffee in front of him, very full, and it had long since cooled. It was not freshly added but had not been touched at all.
Upon hearing the door open, the man slowly lifted his face.
A light gray suit, a languid posture, long hair falling messily to shoulder length, and between the messy hair, a face as exquisite and alluring as jade.
