Li Zhidong had never felt so stressed about being in the same room and sitting at the same table as Huo Yichen.
The fragrance of the tea that he was used to in the past had also become a silent torture at this moment, stirring his nerves bit by bit.
"President Huo." Li Zhidong closed his eyes and took the initiative to speak as if he was about to die.
"You didn't ask me to come here… because of that suggestion, right?"
His words were mixed with a hint of probing. Together with the panic in the depths of Li Zhidong's eyes, they appeared in front of Huo Yichen.
Huo Yichen put down the teacup in his hand. The crisp sound of the cup being placed on the table became the source of Li Zhidong's nervousness.
He seemed to have become a frightened bird. Just the slightest movement could make him think that he was being ambushed from all sides.
Huo Yichen placed a folder in front of Li Zhidong, as if silently urging him to open it.
