Gray?
He glanced at her somewhat ill-fitting clothes and said nothing more, his gaze cooling as he withdrew it and resumed his work.
His factory had always upheld cleanliness as its standard—when had the dust become so thick that it warranted someone to wash their clothes and hair?
His eyes narrowed slightly...
Ye Ning, however, had no idea what the person across from her was thinking at that moment. Seeing that he didn't pursue the matter further, she breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly returning to her own desk to begin her work.
This was not a matter of glory; she did not want him to know.
Fortunately, after she had returned to her place, he didn't look at her again, focusing solely on his work—his eyelids didn't even lift again.
