Shen Zhixing stood outside the door, dressed in a black suit. A dark-toned bowtie hung loosely against his cold, pale neck. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top, revealing a sliver of sharp, elegant collarbone and, just above it, a faintly protruding Adam’s apple.
At the sight of him, Yulan’s throat tightened. She silently swallowed the saliva she couldn't help but produce.
"Mr. Shen, why are you here?"
Chapter 47