He was dressed in a neat Zhongshan suit, standing by the window with his hands behind his back, gazing at the skyscrapers outside.
Viewed from behind, you couldn't tell his age, but those strands of silver hair were still clearly visible amongst the black.
Even though Shen Cheng didn't see his face, she had already guessed who he was by his attire and grooming.
"Old man."
She softly called out as she walked into the lounge.
Upon hearing her voice, the man turned around; he was a very kind old person, his hair combed very meticulously without a strand out of place.
In the slight hollows of his eyes, a pair of deep brown eyes seemed to tell tales of the vicissitudes of time.
"You've come."
Upon seeing Shen Cheng, Mr. Shi showed a kind smile.
Shen Cheng thought all the elders from wealthy families would be very good at putting on airs, with an everlasting sternness and seriousness, but unexpectedly, this legendary businessman was so approachable.
"Please sit down, old man."
