"Master Shi, what do you think?" The slightly chubby middle-aged man cautiously cast a nervous glance at the silent man seated across from him.
There was no denying it—this man's face was stunning, almost too perfect to behold. The smooth contours of his features, the faintly upturned almond-shaped eyes, and the pale, delicate lips formed a countenance so exquisite that even when broken down into individual elements, each detail was masterpiece-like.
However, the commanding air he exuded and the piercing chill emanating from his entire being seemed to push people away, keeping them at an unapproachable distance.
Shi Wei raised an eyebrow, his deep, dark eyes lifting slightly with utter indifference. His long, articulated fingers tapped twice on a page of the documents in front of him. "Not good enough. Revise it again."
