Lu Jingchen glanced up faintly at Xi Mohan sitting opposite him, his eyes slightly squinting as a vague smile appeared on his lips.
Yet inside, he was sighing continuously, thinking that Xi Mohan was really fucking sick, coming to his office early in the morning and sitting there for hours without a word. Not a word to be said, not even a fart; just sitting silently like a ghost. If it wasn't for occasionally lifting his head and noticing him sitting opposite, plus his aura being so chillingly cold, he would have easily forgotten there was a person sitting there.
Having been under his gaze all morning, Lu Jingchen really wanted to pry open the man's mouth to see if he had actually become mute, so he could arrange for a doctor to treat him.
