After the boss left, all that was known was that Ning Wan had lived there for two days, but beyond that, nothing else was known.
In the reception room, there was only the man standing still, his tall and upright figure resting motionlessly, radiating an aura of cold indifference that deterred anyone from approaching.
He had always been like this, cold as ice, with a face that hardly ever smiled, expressionless towards everyone, making it impossible for anyone to guess what was really going through his mind.
The door to the reception room was pushed open again, slamming against the wall with a piercing noise. The loud bang startled the motionless man to glance back at the newcomer, only to find that it was Song Qiao and then he quickly averted his gaze again.
