Mu Shuoqian stood at the door, tall and elegant, casting a significant pressure with his displeased face.
Li Jing didn't know what he had done wrong to have such a prominent figure block his path at the door. He stuttered in agitation as he spoke, "Qian, Young Master Qian, what can I do for you?"
Mu Shuoqian had known that Gu Qili had left; he had stood at the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, watching her go. Compared to the first time he saw her, she was now wearing a camel-colored trench coat. Despite the years that had passed, she still looked like she did when she left, as if time had not etched any marks on her face, resembling a college student.
She stood by the roadside for a while, probably feeling cold, rubbing her hands together, and soon hailed a taxi and got in.
Only after she left did Mu Shuoqian go to the restroom, and upon returning, he headed straight for the private room where Li Jing was.
"President Li." Mu Shuoqian nodded slightly.
