The morning hustle and bustle of the Crimson City annoyed Lai Mingjie to no end. He had to deal with his headache by plugging his ears to keep the loud noises from racking his brain. Lai Mingjie's physical body was weak, sickly, and fragile. A simple all-nighter was enough to make him dizzy the day after, which was why his father was a little worried about handling him the company. However, his father had no idea that Lai Mingjie would never inherit the company.
Since he was in no mood to be talked with, Xu Rouguang—the slave—had to do mostly everything. It wasn't like he was not happy doing so. With Lai Mingjie keeping the aviators in his possession, he didn't have to wear too many layers even at this season. Of course, with the minimum of a work shirt and a suit, Lai Mingjie's slim frame could easily be spotted. Xu Rouguang's eyes had been twinkling ever since this morning even if he didn't sleep at all.
