"Alright!"
Rong Yan quickly straightened her skirt, climbed off the bed, and gripping her phone, she left the room.
...
On the other side, in the airplane.
The man set his phone down, his sharply defined handsome face bathed in the glow of the sunset, as perfect as a deity.
He slightly raised his thin lips, touched his chin, feeling the prickly sensation reminding him that his stubble had grown out.
— I don't want to see you looking scruffy with a beard.
Li Shengxiao half-closed his eyelids, his long and dense lashes covering his dark pupils. He called out in a low voice, "Gu Ming."
A man with a proper appearance and dressed in a suit immediately appeared within his sight range, hands clasped together, respectfully bowing his head, "Mr. Li, you called me?"
He noticed a bowl of plain porridge and side dishes along with a glass of water placed in front of Li Shengxiao's seat, and his eyes almost popped out in shock.
