"Nathan Moore, are you coming to Capital City?" Titus Zane's European-like eyes could hardly conceal his excitement, "Are you coming to Capital City to be with me?"
"Yeah," Nathan Moore was wearing a coffee-colored V-neck shirt, revealing a small portion of his collarbone, perhaps having already taken a shower. His short hair naturally hung in front of his forehead, less sharp and untouchably noble, and more casual.
Titus Zane liked Nathan Moore's casual appearance, not when he was always so aloof, "What about the company?"
"With Ewan Zimmerman and other sensible people," even if he stayed in Capital City, he could do video conferences.
"When are you coming?" Hearing that Nathan Moore was coming to be with her, Titus Zane's troubles also seemed to dissipate.
