"It’s a gentleman who says he’s an old friend of yours, and he insisted on seeing you today." The receptionist’s tone was somewhat ambiguous. "I told him you might not come to the company until very late, but he said he would wait no matter how late, so I had to let him wait in the reception room."
Luo Xiaoqian was secretly a little surprised. It couldn’t be Leng Zimo; who could it be?!
"Okay, I understand."
Nodding lightly at the receptionist, Luo Xiaoqian stepped towards the reception room and pushed open the door.
Inside the reception room, a man was lazily sitting on the sofa directly facing the door. There was a cup of coffee in front of him, very full, and it had long since cooled. It was not freshly added but had not been touched at all.
Upon hearing the door open, the man slowly lifted his face.
A light gray suit, a languid posture, long hair falling messily to shoulder length, and between the messy hair, a face as exquisite and alluring as jade.
Seeing the man who lifted his face from the sofa and looked at her, Luo Xiaoqian was momentarily stunned, then proceeded to walk inside.
"Jiao Yang, long time no see."
Her tone was very relaxed, as if they had just had dinner and chatted a few days ago.
Jiao Yang was taken aback, not expecting her to be so calm and composed. Then he chuckled and stood up from the sofa.
"Long time no see."
"Xiao Yue, bring us two cups of hot coffee." Luo Xiaoqian instructed toward the door before stepping inside, nodding towards the sofa, "Have a seat."
Then she sat down on a small sofa next to him, not too close or too far, neither intimate nor distant.
For him to be sitting on this sofa, it was obvious he had already investigated her thoroughly and knew there was no avoiding him, so she could only not avoid it.


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