He was wearing a casual suit, with a dark blue shirt underneath, one hand in his pocket, and the other holding a cellphone.
He was on a phone call.
Perhaps he had heard something amusing, as a faint smile played on his lips, the curve of his mouth was natural and elegant.
From a distance, he looked like a painting.
One of the junior secretaries said, "Mr. Song is really so handsome, staring at him too much might make one go blind..."
Another replied, "What nonsense, how would you go blind?"
The junior secretary retorted, "Nonsense, too good-looking, it's dazzling..."
Upon saying this, both junior secretaries giggled.
Yao Ziwan stood there expressionless, not actually knowing with whom Song Yansheng was speaking.
She also didn't know who his soulmate was.
But she suddenly remembered Shi Nuan whom she had seen earlier.
