"Hoo~"
From a distance, Zhuo Ming watched Lin Tian and let out a long, turbid breath, as if he wanted to exhale all the pent-up frustration in his chest.
How sharp was Lin Tian's perception? The moment he felt someone's gaze on him, he immediately turned his eyes over.
The two faced each other from afar, their gazes suddenly colliding for a brief moment.
For some reason, Zhuo Ming suddenly became like a mouse that had met a cat. He hurriedly dodged Lin Tian's eyes, withdrew his thoughts, lowered his head and sat in the chair, no one knew what he was thinking about.
All of a sudden Zhuo Ming regretted it. Why was he feeling guilty? He clearly hadn't done anything yet. Wasn't the correct way to go up and say hello?
Just from one look meeting another, Zhuo Ming had already fallen into a disadvantage.
Lin Tian, on the other hand, furrowed his brows in confusion, feeling that this person seemed to have something he wanted to say to him.
