Wang Jixuan had already made up his mind before heading out.
If Old Fu didn't have anything serious this time and had only called him over for teppanyaki, he would hit him with a sliding tackle the moment he got there...
No matter. He could take the opportunity to see Ling Tong.
Ling Tong had been getting busier and busier lately, and the two of them rarely met. Being able to see her this time was wonderful enough.
When Wang Jixuan reached the first floor, Ling Tong was standing with her hands behind her back, leaning against the wall as she waited by the elevator doors.
She had clearly dressed up on purpose today. She wore her favorite tight jeans, a light gray cropped shirt with several tears along the shoulders and sleeve cuffs, and platform shoes that gave her already tall figure proportions straight out of a comic. Her lightly made-up face had lost some of its battlefield weariness and gained a delicate softness that seemed almost too tender to touch.
After her Mechanical Arm had been covered in Simulation Skin, it lost some of the striking contrast created by the fusion of machinery and flesh, but it also made her seem less aggressive.
When others interacted with Ling Tong, they usually unconsciously overlooked her age because her presence and gaze were simply too sharp.
In truth, she was only twenty-two this year.
Ling Tong first gave Peony behind Wang Jixuan a slight nod in greeting. Then she looked Wang Jixuan over a few times and said softly:
"You look well."
"How did you suddenly get prettier?"
Wang Jixuan, ever one to speak the truth, proactively extended his right hand.
Ling Tong was visibly stunned.
She glanced around, offered him her right hand, then realized something was wrong and