Shang Jianghan's office was never short of various kinds of snacks and fruit, all imported and costly.
Carrying investment funds on his person, he was, in the eyes of the school authorities, a walking RMB, and an exceedingly large denomination at that.
There were plenty of people who fawned over him every day, and as the sole heir of Shangjing's wealthiest family, only exceptional items could be presented to this Crown Prince.
Shen Chaoxi took a seat and picked up a cherry to fiddle with in her hand.
The bright red of the cherry paired with her fair fingers, the contrast of black and red, the equally vivid hues, drew the eyes irresistibly.
Shang Jianghan's gaze couldn't help but linger for a moment.
Soon after finishing his work, Shang Jianghan shut down his computer, stood up, and walked over to the sofa area. He didn't seem in a hurry to leave but sat across from Shen Chaoxi.