She even confirmed again, "Excuse me, are you Rong…"
"Rong Moyong." The man nodded slightly and gestured with his hand, "Please take a seat, Miss Zhou."
His voice was low and magnetic, carrying the mellow maturity unique to grown men.
With the buttons of his suit undone, the white shirt and coordinating waistcoat underneath were revealed, exquisitely tasteful.
Behind a thin layer of lens, those slender phoenix eyes harbored a light smile, appearing cultured and elegant, yet very amiable.
Zhou Yueyao smiled, "I didn't expect Mr. Rong to look so young."
Rong Moyong raised an eyebrow, "I am thirty-five, not fifty-three."
"I didn't mean that, I just…"
"Quite surprised?"
Zhou Yueyao nodded, "And Mr. Rong doesn't quite look like a businessman."
More like a dashing scholar from a university campus.
Rong Moyong laughed, "What does a businessman look like?"
