Having good hearing, Bai Su listened to the two chatting in the kitchen. His pen briefly paused before casually twirling, and he asked with a sharply defined face, "What's your opinion?"
Rong Zhi pushed up the silver-framed glasses on his high nose bridge, his long eyelashes slightly lowered to obscure the emotions in his eyes, "I respect his opinion."
Rong Jiazze was not her; he had parents eagerly hoping for his return home, and a brilliant future ahead, so he couldn't just falter here because of these sentimental feelings.
Bai Su nodded, uttered a soft "Mm," and his gaze fell on her glasses.
Beneath it, his cold and aloof brow and eyes were covered, with stray hair lightly draping over his side face, his cheeks fair and flawless, his features superior. Sitting there so quietly, his entire aura was peaceful and calm.
