Gu Chenxiao suddenly turned his head, his gaze cold as he stared at him. The assistant was instantly snapped out of the rich inner world he had constructed, back to reality.
He shifted his gaze away uneasily and coughed awkwardly.
The man beside him seemed to have the ability to read minds, as looking into his eyes felt like having his inner thoughts exposed.
Having been his assistant for so long, he had concluded that avoiding eye contact when feeling guilty was a must.
Otherwise, there would surely be dire consequences.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, that cold voice rang beside his ear, "You seem to have guessed who did it already?"
The assistant: "..."
It really was a case of speaking of the devil.
