Qin Jiangsheng's injury had not healed; he couldn't lift his left arm.
The youth, who had shed his casual black clothes, now donned a suit. His hair that once obscured his brows was combed up, revealing his entire delicate face.
A scar across his brow bone added a fierce edge to his appearance. His tea-colored, indifferent eyes softened the brilliance of his features, giving them a sharp and intimidating aura instead.
His pale red lips were tightly pursed, as if signaling to all to keep their distance.
Until he arrived at the Qin Company.
Ji Tian only then found out that he had acquired the Qin Company three years ago.
And people in Capital City were unaware that the property, which originally belonged to Central Continent, had already changed hands. And in these years, he had left a small portion of his enterprise under Qu Rong's management.
