Li Wanqing's pupils shrank abruptly, and she immediately changed to a smiling face: "Mr. Mei Fei, why are you here?"
Rong Xianning looked at the young man standing backlit at the doorway. He stood against the light, with a halo forming a circle behind him, making him appear as if a deity had descended.
But he couldn't see the young man's face clearly.
"What are you doing?"
The young man's voice was deliberately lowered, creating a stark contrast with his youthful face, producing an intense sense of oppression.
His voice always carried a touch of mirth, but if you truly thought he was a cheerful and good-tempered person, you would be gravely mistaken.
The smile was more about a naturally born charm, a confidence that disregards everyone and everything, and even a proud disdain for all.
He was like a level above her, ruling Australia, where everyone seemed to be mere toys in his eyes, as he coldly overlooked everyone's joys and sorrows.
