Zhou Mingyu did not wear the Zhongshan suit that Su Zhiruan was accustomed to seeing today.
He was dressed in a suit of pure black, his tie was meticulously tied, and the low-key luxurious gemstone cufflinks sparkled under the moonlight. The suit and trousers fit snugly and were ironed perfectly flat. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slightly muscular lean physique, the attire he donned made his high-status aura unmistakable.
A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, his eyes deep like obsidian in the abyss of the ocean, bottomless and seemingly able to drag one into its depths with the slightest misstep.
"She stays, you go out," Zhou Mingyu said to his secretary.
The secretary immediately understood and nodded hurriedly, "Yes."
Before leaving, the secretary caught a glimpse through the elevator gap of the two walking away side by side.
His mind was full of gossip and curiosity; he was dying to know who that woman was.