In Yuncheng, the glass curtain walls of the Bai Group headquarters reflected such a dazzling glare that it was impossible to keep one’s eyes open. On the top floor of this building lay Bai Yixuan’s exclusive domain—an office so spacious it felt almost empty. The office perfectly suited Bai Yixuan’s requirements: large, vast, and bright.
Bai Yixuan sat in his desk chair, posture upright and expression focused. His fountain pen glided continuously across a document, creating a soft, scratching sound. Sunlight fell gently upon his angular face; beneath his high-bridged nose, his thin lips were pressed tightly together, revealing his habitual coldness and detachment. If Su Li were to see him now, she would likely call him a perennial "deadpan," devoid of even the slightest micro-expression.
On his desk, documents were piled as high as a small mountain, every page covered in dense data and annotations—a testament to his rigorous work ethic. On the computer screen to the side, various data sets scrolled like a tide. The flickering numbers were reflected in his deep eyes, yet his gaze held no panic or confusion, only a focused dedication to his work. Occasionally, he would pause, gently rubbing his temples to soothe the fatigue brought on by long hours.
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