Fu Zhuo's expression instantly cracked, "Xiao Yun, how did you recognize me?"
Xiao Yun remained silent, he had just taken a shower, a bath towel wrapped around his waist, with water still hadn't dried on him. As water droplets followed his muscular lines downward, Fu Zhuo, being a man, couldn't help but compare his own abs to Xiao Yun's.
Fu Zhuo, who normally worked within a mundane office, stood no chance in the abs comparison, which made him feel embarrassed, but he could not help stealing several glances nonetheless.
Xiao Yun noticed where Fu Zhuo's gaze rested, idly drying his hair with a towel leaning against the door, "It's not important how I recognized you. What's important is why you're here. Aren't you afraid of upsetting Mr. Qing yet again?"
"Brother, here's the thing..."
