He pulled open the car door, and the Yu Zexiao who appeared before everyone was still the epitome of suave perfection.
Jiang Xuanqi had been waiting in front of the car, and her eyes instantly lit up at the sight of Yu Zexiao stepping out. Although they were in the same company, she rarely got to see him. Zexiao was someone who held himself in high regard and seldom attended various banquets or appeared in advertisements; he basically had zero interaction with his colleagues.
When Jiang Xuanqi came over, she deliberately turned her face to the side and brushed her bangs back. She knew that her left profile at a forty-five-degree angle was her most flawless angle, slightly lifting her chin and wearing an expression of gentleness and admiration.
Yu Zexiao emerged from the car, wearing large sunglasses, with the setting sun casting a blood-red glow on him from the side. Clad in white, he stood out from his surroundings, like a figure out of an intricate ink-and-wash painting.