Today is the second negotiation with the Hundred Land Company, and the tension is high. Lin Xiaoxiao was already feeling helpless with the relentless pushing from the other side, whose hidden backing was strong enough to prevent them from using unorthodox tactics.
"You're here?" she jogged to the side of the car.
Bo Jinyu got out of the car slowly. He was dressed in a black suit with a handmade, meticulously tailored, dark-patterned purple shirt underneath. His appearance exuded a subtle luxury. His brow slightly lifted, his slender gaze emanated a hint of cold indifference, which toned down the vibrant charm of his face.
"There's no need to be overly nervous," his thin lips parted lightly, calming Lin Xiaoxiao.
"Seeing you here makes me less nervous," Lin Xiaoxiao chuckled softly.
Her words were true. Every time she saw Bo Jinyu, she felt an inexplicable sense of security.