Chapter 25 Into The Car

She pursed her lips and finally looked at the man sitting on the front. The oblique sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows shines his facial features more deeply. He was holding a cigarette in his left hand, his white shirt and tie were slightly loose, his legs were overlapping, and he looked at the two design drawings in a lazy gesture. Unlike the usual strictness or gentleness, she felt in the morning. He was wearing such a sloppy ruff all over his body, his entire body flashing. No wonder...