Who is it, after all?
How could mere footsteps make someone feel so threatened?
Since last night, Ji Fang had been following the Deputy Director and had broadened his horizons, meeting many faces normally seen only in the news. Yet none of those big shots had as oppressive a presence as these footsteps.
Entering his field of view was a tall and slender figure, around thirty years old, with an estimated height of nearly one meter ninety. Perhaps due to the warmth indoors, a brown checkered overcoat was casually draped over his shoulders, and he wore a tailored, elegant suit without a tie. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a sliver of appealing wheat-colored skin.
His features were rugged, yet held an absent-minded playfulness and romantic flair, especially those eyes.
Narrow and long, they carried a hint of mockery and a suggestive smile.
Being glanced at by him, many would unconsciously blush and feel their hearts race.