Xiao Qimo lowered his head and met Lu Mian's gaze.
In those calm and clear deep eyes were questions and even more discontent.
He hurriedly tried to dodge responsibility, "I didn't arrange to meet anyone..."
"Go take a look," Lu Mian said with an easy smile.
Left with no choice, Xiao Qimo put down the hair dryer and towel and walked to the door, unwilling in his heart. Upon opening the door, he saw a young man in his early twenties standing outside.
Xiao Qimo thought for a moment. He had some recollection of this person, who, according to the information sent over before, was an intern.
If he remembered correctly, this person should be called Pu Zongyang.
Pu Zongyang looked up at Xiao Qimo and greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Xiao."
Xiao Qimo, radiating dissatisfaction at being interrupted, rested one hand on the door frame and looked at the other coldly, "What is it?"
The young intern shivered under the chill in his voice.
