Everyone knows that Li Beijue has OCD, and those who can avoid physical contact with him usually don't invite themselves to be rebuffed.
Therefore, even when greeting him, it's mostly verbal, and rarely does anyone extend their hand in front of him.
Li Beijue glanced at the hand extended in front of him by the man, a flicker of impatience flashed in his deep falcon-like eyes, but he still stretched out his hand expressionlessly and gave a symbolic handshake. However, he didn't acknowledge the man's gesture of friendliness.
Li Qiyun gave him a sharp look, secretly stepping on his foot under the table, before smoothing things over with perfect etiquette, "I'm sorry, my little brother has had a difficult personality since childhood, a bit shy with strangers, doesn't talk much when first meeting people, but he'll warm up once he gets to know you."
