Mu Shaoze's hand paused on the keyboard, "What did you say?"
Fu Shiyan recounted what An Yan had done with the computer tracking and how Bi Chong had relayed it, "I think it's going to be quite difficult for you to crack this."
Mu Shaoze gritted his teeth hard, "Are you looking down on me? Am I destined to be forever second-best? I'm ambitious too, you know!"
Fu Shiyan hummed in acknowledgment, "Sometimes talent creates gaps that you just have to admit."
Mu Shaoze was left at a loss for words and said irritably, "Just go home and wait, I'll find a way. Besides me, there's no use turning to anyone else."
Fu Shiyan stared at the disconnected call, sighing deeply.
He looked out the window at the dimly lit street lamps, snowflakes fluttering down and warming in their glow.
But where snowscapes are romantic for two, for one, they're lonely and bleak.
He called Bi Chong, who didn't answer.
He thought, Bi Chong must have blocked him.
He deserved it.
