While President Li was on the phone with Song Yuling, Ning Yuan went to the washroom.
Coming out of the washroom, Ning Yuan went to the garden to take a breather.
She had only taken a few steps when she saw a tall black figure behind the rockwork.
The man was holding a phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The smoke slowly rose and blurred his well-defined and handsome face.
He should be talking about work. His voice was deep and cold, exuding an invisible dignity and aura.
Ning Yuan was not interested in eavesdropping on others' calls and planned to go to another place.
A delicate white figure walked past her and went behind the rockwork.
The man ended the call.
That slender figure stood in front of him.
"Your Highness." The girl seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage before she dared to speak to him.