Zhui Feng glanced displeasedly at Liuyun, fingers maintaining their operation on the computer, and unexpectedly threw out a threat, "Keep spouting nonsense, and I'm going to report you to the boss right now."
Liuyun silently straightened up and made a zipper motion over his lips to signify he would stay quiet.
...
Elsewhere, in the low-luxury bedroom on the top floor of the Mansion, with its main color scheme of black, gold, and light grey, the style was still unmistakably cold and abstinent, even under the warm glow of the lights.
The spacious and tranquil bedroom, with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, made the night seem even denser and inkier.
At this moment, in front of the South Sea Mountain-facing window, Shang Yu, dressed in a gray robe, leaned on an Italian custom chaise lounge, the robe half open at the collared neckline, his right arm resting over his forehead in a posture that was both lazy and hauntingly solitary.
