Zhang Ming coughed conspicuously, attempting to draw attention.
Sheng Yan didn't even lift his head, ignoring him.
Zhang Ming coughed heavily again.
Sheng Yan still didn't lift his head, but he finally spoke, his words sparing: "Are you very free?"
Zhang Ming shook his head, smiling beamingly: "Not at all, not at all. I've just strolled back from a round at He Jinxia's place."
Sheng Yan paused mid-action and asked, "How is she doing over there?"
Zhang Ming glanced at Sheng Yan's outfit and clicked his tongue—the showy wine-red suit paired with a black tie and diamond cufflinks. From his attire, he could tell that although Sheng Yan appeared aloof on the outside, he was definitely a closet flamboyant man on the inside!
Not just any man could pull off a colorful suit. Sheng Yan's tall physique and sharply defined facial features, along with slightly thicker lips that added a touch of sexiness, contributed to his naturally good base, leaving almost no suit he couldn't master.
