Lu Jingchen looked up coolly at Xi Mohan across from him, his eyes slightly narrowing as a subtle smile curled upon his lips.
Yet in his heart, he sighed repeatedly. This man, Xi Mohan, was seriously TMD ill, showing up in his office early in the morning and sitting there for hours without a word, not even a fart, just sitting quietly like a ghost. If it weren't for occasionally lifting his eyes to see him sitting across from himself, combined with his exceedingly cold aura, he would have easily forgotten there was a person sitting opposite him.
Having been stared at by him all morning, he really wanted to pry the man's mouth open to see if he had actually become mute, so he could arrange for a doctor to treat him.
