An unseen gale of cold air seemed to envelope the conference room. The men and women inside, all influential in their own rights, felt their backs drench with cold sweat while a man with a gentle, solemn smile looked around them one by one. He sat there in front of them like a lord overseeing his subjects.
The man was of course the emperor of City Z, and the one and only smiling devil, Zi Jue. He was in the middle of Zi Corporation annual board meeting. And as of now, anyone looking at his smile would know that someone was about to meet their doom.
Zi Jue was just about to snap at the people stupidly gaping at him, when his phone suddenly rang a familiar tone. It was the tone set for his little hermit at home.
He raised his hand signalling them to keep silent.
[Zi Jue, are you busy?]
Yan Qing Shan's sweet voice rang out in his ears. Though a hint of aloofness was still present, it was hugely different from the tone she had used on him in the past.
