Outside the window, the midday sun mercilessly enveloped the city.
Inside the room, Gu Jiangnian looked down at the woman two steps away from himself.
His handsome face gradually wore a false, shallow smile, "It's indeed the first time someone has invited me to share a 'beheading meal'."
"Shouldn't someone set a precedent?" she retorted with a cold sneer.
The man nodded and smiled, taking a step back from Jiang Muwan to widen the distance between them, then, with one hand in his pocket, he looked at her, a light of shrewd calculation flickering in his eyes.
For a moment, the air itself became oppressive.
As Jiang Muwan calculated Gu Jiangnian's moves, was Gu Jiangnian not calculating hers as well?
Both their minds were abuzz with the clacking of mental abacuses.
"Vice President Jiang says, what would happen if I now make a call to President Jiang?"
