╔═══ Author's note ════╗
Edited by Dymens
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On the evening of the next day, Xuan Mu had to stay back in his office to prepare his speech about future plans with his underlings. In one of his ears was a wireless earbud, connected to his desktop pc.
Now that he was almost twenty, compared to his fifteen-year-old self, he grew to be more charismatic and intimidating. As always, he wore an all-black attire. A black T-shirt was exchanged for a simple black shirt with rolled-up sleeves. Messy black hair back then was now neatly trimmed and combed to the side. On his left hand, an eye-catching pearly white bracelet could be seen.
Only his face betrayed him, making him look younger than his actual age. He could compensate for it with his mind, a terrifying thing, especially when it was speaking out loud, it'd become a formidable weapon of its own.
