For a moment, as he walked into the conference room, Fang Ze finally saw his appearance clearly.
It was a very handsome old man. Though the years had left many traces on his face, those traces did not mar his charm. Instead, they added a touch of elegance and steadiness to his demeanor.
He was wearing a luxurious casual suit embroidered with cloud and dragon patterns, and his hair was meticulously groomed. He looked like someone who handled matters very seriously.
If Fang Ze had seen how He Weidao dressed like an Old Farmer before, he would never have been able to connect that image with the person in front of him.
As Fang Ze observed He Weidao, He Weidao was also looking at him with sharp, emotionless eyes.
Just by meeting his gaze, Fang Ze felt a heavy pressure, like a mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
