Bab 320: The Quiet Man (1)

His face was like the masterpiece of a Greek artist who had put their attention into every line and angle on his face. Even though he was not wearing an expression, it could still present a fatal attraction, one that would ensure people were not able to take their eyes off him.

His brows would crease and relax as he read through the document. When he made a decision with his workers, his fingers would occasionally twiddle the pen in his grasp or habitually reach out to his temples to massage them. His movement was slow when he read the document, his eyes following his progress closely, starting from the top left and going from one line to another. There was no hesitation when he dropped his signature; it was done in one smooth motion.