"We use Locke's measurement method here,"
Enna Clark had only heard the man's husky and deep voice above her head when she was startled, suddenly snapped out of her focus on the data, raised her head, and only saw the man's resolute chin.
"Looking at what?" Baron Lawrence tilted her head back towards the notebook screen, pointing to a spot, "You should use Locke's measurement method here—4.887 million."
Enna looked in the direction of his finger, then realized that he was pointing to the very spot that had stumped her a moment ago.
Baron Lawrence waited for a while but she didn't move, so he bent down himself, as if hugging her from behind, grabbed her hand to manipulate the mouse, and his slender fingertips tapped on the keyboard twice. With his operation, the spreadsheet instantly popped up with a row of data.
Enna's back was pressed against his chest; even through the fabric, her skin felt as if it was burning, unbearably hot.
