Xia Fanxing felt even more bewildered after listening, his face full of confusion.
Ning Youguang didn't know why the young man opposite had left the house today — he had cut his hair, shaved, changed into clean clothes, looking very different from the unkempt appearance he had when seen at home that day.
His features were clearly visible, and despite wearing a hat and habitually lowering his head, one could easily tell he was a handsome young man.
However, because he was too thin, his cheeks lacked flesh, and his bones protruded slightly, making him look less attractive.
His skin, paler than most due to years of staying indoors, had bluish veins, giving him a gloomy and eerie aura.
This was how Ning Youguang saw Xia Fanxing the moment she opened the office door.
"Ms. Ning, I've come all the way here, and you tell me I'm not the one seeking consultation? What should I do then?" Xia Fanxing asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
