Finally, the door of the office was knocked.
Leng Zimo stood up straight, and Zhou Ping hurried over to open the door.
Everyone's eyes all turned in unison.
Outside the door stood a young boy.
About four or five years old, he was wearing a light-colored trench coat and a matching small hat, holding the hand of a man in white with one hand and casually putting the other in the pocket of his coat.
His delicate little face featured perfect facial features, and his large eyes were bright and intelligent.
Despite facing so many gazes, his demeanor remained calm, without any hint of timidity, like a little gentleman.
Such elegance was purely innate.
Behind him stood two people, one in black and one in white, both dressed stylishly but with completely different manners.
Before this little boy, the two of them seemed like mere foils, as if there was something in him that naturally attracted everyone's attention.
