The late summer evening breeze wrapped the broken shadows of sycamore leaves, and when it came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the He family villa, Chen Song was half-supported by two men in black suits, and the heels of his leather shoes made a cold sound on the marble entrance.
"... He Fan's family?"
Chen Song's Adam's apple moved. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the soft sound of the mobile phone screen going off from the sofa in the living room.
When he looked up, He Fan was getting up from the sofa.
The man wore a charcoal gray haute couture suit, with two buttons loose at the collar of his shirt, and the exposed Adam's apple line was as cold as an ice sculpture. He was very tall, and his 185-cm figure blocked most of the light from the ceiling of the living room. Chen Song was forced to raise his head to see his drooping eyelashes - the eyelashes were very long, but not at all soft, making the alienation under his eyes look like frost.
"Hey, Young Master Chen," He Fan's voice was deeper than Chen Song's memory, with a hint of casual sarcasm at the end, "I finally deigned to come to my He family."
Intention: Break debts with love, two-way redemption and finally get married