Yang Xi hurriedly hailed a taxi, arriving at the stone bridge over the SN River five minutes later.
Standing in the middle of the bridge, he stared blankly at the rushing river water, trying his best to imitate the melancholy gaze of Ouyang that he had seen in the footage. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, Yang Xi felt he could never quite capture it. Today, Yang Xi was dressed in Ouyang's signature businessman style.
He wore an exquisite Western suit, tailored to perfection with smooth lines that highlighted his tall, upright posture. The color of the suit was a classic dark gray—understated yet dignified—crafted from a textured fabric that caught the light with a faint sheen.
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