"Mm."
Li Sicheng acknowledged Li Mosen with a grunt. He carefully placed the stack of paintings in his hand in his drawer. "Have a seat. I have something to tell you."
Li Mosen instantly felt a strain on his nerves.
He had seen this scene play out a few times before. Each time, without exception, he had experienced different sorts of feelings.
Li Sicheng seemed a little more stern that day. Li Mosen felt anxious and realized that he had to take Li Sicheng seriously.
Li Mosen sat in the chair facing Li Sicheng's table. His posture was ramrod-straight and proper.
Li Sicheng knew well that it was Li Mosen's habit to sit that way. He didn't say anything about it. "I heard that you intend to enroll at Kingstown University?"
