Just as he was about to pick up the phone to make a call, a figure suddenly burst in front of him, accompanied by a nauseatingly sweet voice, "Adam, I'm here."
The look on Adam Jones's face turned even darker, and his furrowed brows generously conveyed his deep-seated disgust.
"If you talk to me in that madam's tone again, watch out I might castrate you."
The man in front of him had the face of an angel, a head of slightly curly brown hair, fair skin, and extremely delicate features. When he smiled, he revealed two symmetric little canines and had deep dimples on either side of his cheeks.
Just looking at that facade was a treat to the eyes.
Those unaware might mistake him for a popular idol star in the current entertainment industry; indeed, many talent scouts had approached him but were all scared off by his finicky temperament.
