"But..."
"In this business, we're always flirting with danger, taking risks at every turn. How can we get anywhere without a bit of nerve?"
"It's better than smashing everything up."
"Get in touch with the manufacturers immediately, we ship out tonight."
"Yes."
...
Villa district.
As Xu Huai enters, straight ahead, a man is sitting on a tatami by the window. He's wearing a black silk shirt, his curly black hair loosen on his brow. His drooping eyes are both beautiful and wicked.
There's... a red ball of yarn next to him.
And he's holding a knitting needle, knitting stitch after stitch – it seems he's making a scarf.
His skills are practiced, fast and meticulous.
Xu Huai is no longer surprised by these scenes; the big boss has been acting eccentrically for many years, suddenly taking an interest in knitting scarves and studying various knitting techniques. As soon as the weather turns cold, he starts pulling them out.
