Liu Ye did not say anything. Zhao rang looked at him nervously.
Xia Chaoqun crossed his arms and leaned against the office desk. He had no intention of speaking up for Jiang se. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and touched the top of his jaw.
There was no sound in the office. Even the woman who had led him in had shrunk her heels and carefully controlled her breathing, not letting herself make too much noise.
A strange silence pervaded the air. Liu Ye noticed that Jiang se did not say anything after she finished her sentence. She was waiting for his answer.
Zhao rang supported his legs with his elbows and leaned his upper body forward a little. His eyes were filled with anxiety.
"Liu Ye, why don't you consider it?"
