Chapter 133 "President Gong, are you angry?!"_1

Ming Ge, "..."

She accidentally bit her tongue!

What had she just said?

Old... old lady?

Ming Ge turned her neck stiffly, and a few words squeezed out from the tip of her tongue, "Hehehe, Mr. Gong, isn't it a coincidence that you live next door to me?"

The man didn't answer such an obvious question.

But when Ming Ge turned her head, a glint of amazement flashed through her eyes...

The man, no longer in his classic white shirt and black pants suit, wore a bathrobe prepared with the meticulous care of a manor lord, the black ice silk fabric soft and closely hugging his body, perfectly outlining his slender and nearly perfect contours.

His complexion wasn't the frail and colorless pallor of a pretty boy; instead, it befit the natural aristocratic demeanor fostered from a life of pampered luxury.

He sat in the round chair on the balcony, his posture casual and languid. Upon closer examination, one could see a faint dampness lingering in his hair.