Ye Wangchuan blew at the foam on the tea leaves. His eyelids drooped, and he leaned back lazily without looking up. "Yes."
"Tsk." Bo Jingxing sat opposite him and looked at the lazy man with interest. "Master Wang, do you know what you're thinking now?"
Ye Wangchuan took a sip of tea and raised his long eyelashes, finally looking at him. "If you have something to say, say it." The second half was not a good thing.
Sure enough.
Bo Jingxing touched the bridge of his nose and pushed up his gold-framed glasses with his slender fingers, staring straight at him. "You look like a stone abandoned by your wife right now."
Ye Wangchuan paused and pushed the teacup away. Then, he looked at him indifferently and calmly asked, "Are you tired of living? Do you want to go work at the mine in Continent F?"
The veins on Bo Jingxing's forehead twitched. "I was just joking~"
