Li Qiyun instinctively used her hand to block the light shining over.
A man who looked like a driver had already jogged to her side, lowered his head, and whispered, "Young lady, President Li has been waiting for you in the car for a long time."
Li Nantian is here?
Li Qiyun suddenly clenched the hand by her side, pretending to be calm, "I know."
Saying this, she walked towards the direction of the extended Lincoln.
The driver hurriedly ran ahead of her and opened the car door for her.
As soon as the car door opened, Li Qiyun saw the man sitting on the sofa, holding a file, not even lifting his head. His rugged yet handsome profile was cold as ice, and anyone could feel the chilling atmosphere in the car.
"Dad." Li Qiyun called out.
The man reading the file showed no reaction, as if he hadn't heard, and turned another page of the file in his hand.
The driver had the eye to notice how strange the atmosphere was between the two, trying to minimize his own presence.
