Stepping out of the conference room, the morning sun's golden light shone on Xiao Chen's face, highlighting the smooth line of his jaw, and making his noble profile even more defined.
The stray hair hanging over his forehead obscured his aloof brows, making him look like a nobleman who had stepped out of a painting, dignified and immense in his arrogance.
"Master Chen, the flight you booked is at five in the afternoon, so you still have time to rest," Feng Ye glanced at the time. At this point, it was too early for breakfast, but a nap would allow time to get up for lunch before catching the flight.
He hadn't slept for two days and a night, but that was relatively good for him; his record was three days and nights without sleep, only taking brief naps whenever he could before continuing to work.
Others worked for money; he worked as if his life depended on it.
