Hua Xiao was thoroughly pissed off with Lu Xize. 'Who the hell is this guy, popping out of nowhere? Does he think he can just waltz in and take the president's seat at Huayu just because he has some connection to the old man?'
The disdain in Hua Xiao's eyes was blatant. When Lu Xize met his gaze, his own face was devoid of expression. In response to Hua Xiao's provocation, he merely raised a brow. His eyes remained just as emotionless, yet they somehow gave one the impression he was looking at an idiot.
Hua Xiao clearly sensed it, and his brows furrowed. But Lu Xize moved first, slapping the file folder in his hand against Hua Xiao's chest. The motion wasn't forceful, but the sudden shift in his aura seemed to make the very house tremble.
