Aboard the first-class cabin of a plane flying from C Country to Ming City.
A man in a black suit sat upright on the spacious, comfortable sofa, his slender, graceful fingers dancing across the silver keyboard incessantly.
Beneath the lazy fringe lay a face so handsome it could take one's breath away, a seductively lethal physique exuding unparalleled elegance and nobility; most importantly, he possessed the power to command the skies and rain... this man was flawlessly impeccable.
The secretary beside him was already entranced by the sight.
"Give me today's test report," Beiming Han said.
"..."
Getting no response, Beiming Han's handsome brows furrowed slightly. His fingers paused on the keyboard as he turned to see the secretary staring at him, love-struck.
"Once we disembark, you don't need to return to the company. I'll have someone throw your belongings into the trash. Guards, throw her out for me!" Beiming Han's voice remained completely steady.
