"Lu Ping'an, nice to see you still remember how to attend a meeting…"
In the modestly sized meeting room, Wang Xier's voice of grievance incites a burst of light laughter.
Although she deliberately lowered her voice, almost everyone in the room was in the middle and high ranks of their professions. Her attempts at keeping quiet might as well be a futile attempt.
But the next moment, when Wang Xier's resentful gaze swept over the room, everything immediately quieted down.
Lu Ping'an looked up from his book... thinking he saw Xue En for a moment!
"... You haven't been sleeping well lately?" Lu Ping'an put down his book, in his belief he might have mistaken her for a panda … a zombie.
Those dark circles around her eyes, pale skin, and a soulless look like a corpse, all led him to question whether she might suddenly keel over and die, or if she was already a walking corpse.
