Early the next morning, Ling Tianyou appeared in a small coffee shop.
The decor here was very simple, even somewhat crude, but fortunately it was clean and tidy, and the music was quite tasteful—nothing too unbearable.
"President Ling, this way."
A foreign man with black hair and turquoise eyes waved his hand. From a distance, his face was quite striking.
In a fairy tale, this man would certainly be the prince of some country.
Even in such a coffee shop, his presence alone seemed to make the place shine.
Ling Tianyou suddenly felt curious about why such a world-famous master, like the woman in the photo, wouldn't want to be with him over a minor misunderstanding?
"Hello, sorry to keep you waiting." Ling Tianyou sat across from Kai Qi, expressionless, yet hardly rude.
Kai Qi looked at Ling Tianyou's face; he originally thought he was already favored by heaven, but Ling Tianyou made him realize that there would always be someone better than oneself.
