Xiang Xiaotian's book was still open, with two coffee stains that had accidentally dripped onto the pages and spread.
She looked up at the clear-eyed, handsome young man before her, then seemed to snap out of a dream and hurriedly reached out for a light handshake.
"Hello..."
"Zhang Yang, we were just talking about you," Su Jiajun said with a smile. "I said that, judging by your voice, you should be a handsome guy. Looks like I was right. The looks ceiling of our club is about to change hands."
"Huh? Don't tell me the original ceiling was you, President Su?" Zhang Yang sat down beside them and smiled at the fair-skinned young man.
If he had to force out a compliment, Su Jiajun could indeed be called handsome.
After all, the standard for the "handsome" in tall, rich, and handsome had always been pretty low.
"Haha, unworthy as I am, that would be me." Su Jiajun accepted it with a laugh. "Young Master Zhang truly has an eye for talent."
The three ordered coffee and chatted leisurely.
From their casual conversation, Zhang Yang got a rough grasp of the two of them.
Su Jiajun was a Magic City local. His father's generation was in business, and his family mainly worked in manufacturing. He was a returnee from some no-name foreign university.
Then there was Xiang Xiaotian, who was from Zhejiang Province. Her family was in the hotel and tourism business. From a few scattered remarks, Zhang Yang learned that one of her father's roles was as a major shareholder in some five-star hotel in Hangzhou. As for their other businesses, he had no idea.
Of course, being able to afford a Rolls-Royce wasn't much. Their Rolls-Royces were all registered under company names for tax deductions, and they themselves at