"Yes." Zimo affirmed vehemently.
"Good," Mu Lingchuan's eyes contained a hint of amusement, "then, you'll stay on in this production crew, following that martial master."
"I won't!" Unexpectedly, as soon as these words left his mouth, Zimo immediately rejected them.
Her eyes flickered with something, disdain and anger, but when Mu Lingchuan asked her why, she couldn't articulate a reason.
"Staying with that martial master might be a good idea. Use the time during work to apologize to him and make amends."
Mu Lingchuan continued to lean against the back of his chair, calmly watching the girl standing a dozen steps away from him.
That is a ten steps distance from his desk.
Ten steps, exceeding the safe distance between two people, especially since he was currently seated.
A seated person simply doesn't give off much of a threatening aura to others.
A normal employee coming in to talk to him would be no more than two steps away from his desk.
