The Relationship Between Duke of Muston and Si Fuqing (1)

"..."

The surroundings were quite silent.

In the gradually stiffening gaze of LI Yanchen's secretary, Si Fuqing and Raphael's eyes met.

She paused for a moment, but her fist remained clenched.

Meeting her sixth senior brother under such circumstances was the last thing Si Fuqing expected.

This situation was indeed not ideal.

"You really don't recognize me?" Raphael removed his sunglasses, narrowing his eyes. "Then why did you call me just now? You said I wouldn't invite whom?"

Seeing this face that often appeared in various news outlets, the secretary's mind had already crashed.

His head buzzed, unable to comprehend how his simple response to Si Fuqing had summoned the Duke of Muston himself.

No one would dare to impersonate the Duke of Muston.

Moreover, the secretary could tell from the accent that this handsome Western man was speaking with the standard dialect of the Muston Dukedom's capital.