Wangyue Building, Jusong Pavilion.
Assistant Wen pushed open the door: "PT, please come in."
Inside the private room sat a man in a tailored suit, brewing tea. His every movement exuded refined elegance, reminiscent of ancient literati steeped in the art of tea ceremony by bamboo groves.
A gentleman in every sense—cultured and graceful.
"You're here."
The tone was casual, as if they were old friends who had known each other for years.
Assistant Wen thoughtfully closed the door to the private room.
Shen You'an took a seat across from him: "Are Mr. Ren and I very familiar with each other?"
"Let's not dwell on the past. From today onward, we'll make ourselves familiar. Have some tea."
The man slid a cup of clear tea toward Shen You'an.
Shen You'an didn't touch it, responding coolly, "I'm quite busy. If Mr. Ren has something to say, please get straight to the point."
"I like straightforward people."
The man smiled and looked up.
