"You're late," Zhou Hengguang lifted his wrist to check the time. "It shouldn't take this long to hand things over to Zou Yi. Just give him the documents, he can read them himself."
Ji Fang: "…I'm sorry, it won't happen again." If Assistant Zou hadn't kept lecturing him, he wouldn't have been late.
"Hurry up, drive the car in, and switch to this new one."
"Oh! Sure."
First, Ji Fang moved the Range Rover that was blocking the gate, then he drove his own sedan into the yard, locked the door, and turned around to find that Zhou Hengguang had already sat in the passenger seat, leaning against the backrest with his eyes closed, resting. His sculptural, distinct facial features and pale, fair skin looked a bit pallid.
His thick lashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids, giving Zhou Hengguang a fragile beauty.