Sipping a large caramel latte, Yu Qingyu was sitting in one of the conference rooms in Baiye guild's headquarters, waiting for the meeting to start. He was constantly shifting in his seat. Not because the chair was uncomfortable - quite the opposite, it was so comfortable that he could just fall asleep right then and there. And that was the problem. Yu Qingyu didn't sleep well last night, and was now sluggish and tired.
This would be enough to put him in a bad mood. But that wasn't the end of it.
He was surrounded by people, Xie Juyan's colleagues, who challenged many dungeons with him before. But all of them treated him as air.
Of course, they didn't mean to be rude. That was their way of being polite and respecting Xie Juyan's boundaries. But when it came to Yu Qingyu, such treatment made him feel so much more lonely.
