Afternoon.
Ning Guiwan sat under the shelter, somewhat bored as she watched a group of people nearby.
Only two people were actually swinging clubs, but there was a crowd of secretaries, caddies, and waitstaff.
Regrettably, the person Quan Yu was playing golf and discussing business with wasn't the one Lai Yang was looking for. At that moment, Lai Yang stood behind Sunny with a sullen expression, while Sunny occasionally handed a folder to her boss, embodying the image of an efficient and sharp corporate professional.
Ning Guiwan's gaze involuntarily shifted from Sunny to Quan Yu's back.
The weather was slightly cool. The man wore a black long-sleeved polo shirt, and the black casual pants he wore highlighted his strikingly long legs.
His every move exuded an alluring confidence and ease.
Noble and utterly gentlemanly.
As if sensing something, Quan Yu suddenly turned his head and looked in Ning Guiwan's direction.
His gaze seemed somewhat cold.
