The low voice sounded like whiskey wrapped in crushed ice. Jiang Tinglan raised his head and met a pair of cold-glazed black eyes. The watch exposed from the cuffs of the man's suit glowed with platinum cold light, and his well-jointed fingers had already picked up her resume. Raindrops fell along the eaves of his umbrella, weaving into a fine bead curtain between the two of them.
"Li... Li Feiyan?" Jiang Tinglan's voice trembled. The upstart business man in the photo was very close at the moment. The obsidian on his tie clip reflected his slightly raised eyebrows, and the pressure almost swallowed her up. The president of the Li Group, the name that made waves in financial magazines, actually stood in front of her.
