At a closer look, one would notice that Jimmy had slight European features, and his pupils were not the color of an Asian's. There was no doubt that he was a mixed-race man.
Elegant and witty, he was the kind of man who could easily attract the attention of socialites at a gathering. He possessed a powerful aura of a business elite.
"Do you believe in fate?" Jimmy asked with a smile, revealing his neat white teeth. He was looking at Luo Qiu when he said this.
Ever since Luo Qiu had entered, most of Jimmy's attention had been on him. Although his gaze still burned when he looked at Song Ying, he was clearly maintaining a certain restraint and distance. He would not seem abrupt, nor was his gaze aggressive.
Boss Luo was holding the back of a Western dinner knife against the peas on his plate and lightly poking a few with his fork. He had not yet had the chance to put them in his mouth when he heard Jimmy and became interested in the topic.
Boss Luo naturally liked the idea of fate more than ordinary people did.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Mr. Jimmy, how do you think fate should be?"
Seeing Song Ying look over, Jimmy picked up his water glass with his left hand, moistened his lips, and took a small sip before slowly saying, "Someone once said that in our lifetime, we would probably meet 29.2 million people, but the probability of two people falling in love was only 0.000049 percent—that is, forty-nine in a million. Between men and women, and even between people of the same sex, the odds of going from meeting to falling in love are so low amid the vast sea of humanity. Yet there are