Beijing's winter was bleak and desolate. Even when bathed in sunlight, everything seemed to have an ashen undertone.
Sitting by the window, Li Yue sipped his hot tea leisurely. He always maintained a composed demeanor, until his secretary hurried in, looking embarrassed, "Mr. Yue, Mr. Cen suddenly showed up, and we couldn't stop him."
Li Yue's eyebrows twitched.
Then he saw Cen Ye follow behind the secretary, striding into the room. Hands in his pockets and wearing sunglasses, he carried an air of cold arrogance.
Li Yue waved his hand to dismiss the secretary, who left and closed the door behind them.
Li Yue didn't rush to speak. The moment Cen Ye barged in without greeting was enough for Li Yue to know this visit was nothing good. Now harboring resentment towards him, Li Yue had no interest in feigning peace.
Cen Ye seemed to think the same. He sat down on the couch, legs crossed, and after a brief pause, a smirk appeared on his face as he took off his sunglasses.