Bai Xiaosheng walked into Xiya's father's office—Taylor's office. The furnishings were not as luxurious as imagined, but they looked comfortable.
After Bai Xiaosheng entered, a middle-aged man sitting inside stood up and walked over with a smile.
Although he had a Western appearance, he exuded a certain Eastern sage-like charm. By today's standards, he belonged to the handsome uncle category—-a man with great appeal.
"You must be Mr. Bai Xiaosheng." Clan Leader Taylor smiled and proactively extended his hand, his tone extremely courteous.
The Xiya Family is facing an unprecedented crisis, and Clan Leader Taylor has just been "forced" by his own people. Saying things weren't going well and he was overwhelmed wouldn't be an exaggeration. However, Bai Xiaosheng did not see any anxiety or agitation on his face, only composure.
Just based on Taylor's current mountain-like calm aura, one couldn't help but admire him.
