"Hmm," during the years Xia Ye was not around, Jiang Xuan, serving as the president, rarely visited the Jiang Corporation. He roamed the world, seemingly neglecting his duties, but left behind side businesses like Godear and Designer J.
The man's shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and as he turned the steering wheel, the clear definition of his forearms changed, exuding a sense of power.
Had this man become wilder since descending to earth, or had Xia Ye truly not understood him before?
Unconsciously, Xia Ye raised her hand and prodded the man's strong, sinewy forearm, thinking that if this arm were holding something, it would feel impressive...
The more she touched, the more vigorous she became, even pinching him a bit. Under the fine, tingling sensation, the man's arm gradually tensed. Fortunately, his concentration was quite good, and he kept the car under steady control.
Xia Ye's fingers reached the rolled-up cuff of his shirt, and her gaze followed upwards.
