Under the dim light, Meng Xiao could clearly make out the six-pack on his abdomen.
He's a restrained scholar and scoundrel, a standard textbook definition of an overbearing boss in Yang You's words.
Yang Yi paled in comparison to him. He was just a boy, while he was a man.
It was a pity that Meng Xiao, her heart clear as a mirror, did not shy away from looking at Xie Li. Yet, she was whispering sweet nothings to Yang Yi, "I can't help it. I'm busy with my career now and I don't want others to say that I'm reaching above my station to be with you. For our future, I must work hard..."
But something seemed off.
She had sketched so many male models, Xie Li's physical proportions were top-tier.
Meng Xiao moved closer to Xie Li. With her understanding of male models and after studying many western paintings over the years, Meng Xiao quickly noticed something strange about Xie Li and reached out.