In the garage, the light was so dim it couldn't even outline a person's features. Cold air blew through the empty space, adding to the desolate chill.
Jiang Chengsi watched him approach slowly, his face calm, but a slight ripple stirred within him.
"Well... Chengsi." Jiang Zhaolin no longer had his past sharpness, and didn't even dare to look Jiang Chengsi directly in the eye. His posture was hunched, speaking with caution and care.
In his eyes, there seemed to be warmth, as if he had much to say, but the moment Jiang Chengsi spoke, it disrupted all the emotions he had built up:
"Mr. Jiang, did you call for me?"
With just a form of address, their relationship was clearly defined.
Jiang Zhaolin barely managed a faint smile, "Shall we find somewhere to talk?"
