Hearing Ming Yao's words, Gu Siting's features tensed, a layer of thin frost seemingly covering his profound brows and eyes.
He stared intently at her beautiful eyes, his expression carrying a suffocating oppressiveness.
In his heart, a wave of restless irritability.
This feeling of having his emotions pulled by someone else had not emerged for a long time.
He gazed at her, his eyes as deep as the ocean.
As if trying to see into the depths of her soul.
Uncertain how much time had passed, just as Ming Yao felt at a loss under his gaze, wanting to flee in panic, the man's deep, magnetic voice sounded, "Congratulations."
The man expressionlessly withdrew his gaze from her face, he picked up his glass, tilted his head slightly, and drained the liquid inside.
He didn't look at her again, his aura cold and distant, "After dinner, Yunshen will sell Director Wu's shares to you."
Upon hearing these words, Ming Yao let out a long sigh of relief.
