Chapter 93

The conference room was deathly still. Li Li walked in front, her heels clicking crisply against the tile floor. She was dressed in a sharp black suit that accentuated her figure, with sheer black stockings hugging her pale skin, and her red-soled, black-heeled pumps striking the floor with every step. Her hair was curled, her lips painted a striking red, and her gaze was cold, arrogant, and elegant. Trailing behind her, Shang Che wore his suit with a wild, nonchalant air. He matched her style, sporting the same brand of red-soled, patent leather shoes, his pace lazy and relaxed. A stack of files was draped over his arm; his suit jacket and shirt cuffs were unbuttoned, and as he turned his wrists to grip the papers, his taut, defined forearms were visible.