Last time, he sat in the chair, watching Ling Chuxia cling to Bai Yixuan while Bai Yixuan's face, though calm, faintly radiated happiness, disregarding his sorrow as if nothing was wrong, and he reached out his hand toward him.
Today, it was finally his turn.
He wasn't a petty person, but when it came to anything related to Ling Chuxia, he would become petty, vindictive even.
When his hand had been extended for a few seconds, Bai Yixuan hadn't reached out in response. His gaze lightly fell upon his face, and although that handsome face remained calm, he knew that Bai Yixuan's mood at that moment was just like his own on that day, tormented.
But still, he had to maintain his graceful demeanor.
Bai Yixuan slowly stood up, reached out his hand, and shook hands with Shi Che, "President Shi, we meet again."
The two exchanged a glance, then separated their hands, and all three of them sat down.
