Qin Jingchen sat on the sofa with a calm expression, his gaze fixed on the phone as if nothing were unusual, yet he had maintained that pose for over ten minutes now.
The saying goes, still waters run deep; the calmer he appeared, the more Fen Ye dreaded that the waves he might cause later would be too high.
Fen Ye carefully made his exit and gulped down a cup of tea to calm his nerves.
"Brother Fen, is Qin cutting a figure... jealous?" Qin He had come to report on the weapons system encryption that day and had only spoken a few words to Qin Jingchen when the screen froze.
He had also heard Fen Ye mention the magazine cover and had looked at it once, "They look quite well-matched."
"Shush!" Fen Ye covered Qin He's mouth, "Can't you die without talking?"
Qin He had never thought much of Jiang Zhe.
