Xiao Qimo didn't respond to Sikong Jian right away.
He silently pondered what act Sikong Jian was putting on.
In those few seconds of contemplation, Lu Mian turned her head and gave him a faint glance.
The refined gentleman immediately snapped back to reality, his thin lips curving into an appropriately generous arc, elegantly returning Sikong Jian's handshake.
"Good evening."
The two men presented an image of peaceful times.
Mo Fan: ...
Wa Zhiqi: ...
Just as girls can easily identify a green tea bitch*, men can see through another man's thoughts at a glance. Unexpectedly, these two distinguished and seemingly aloof bosses turned out to be Oscar contenders hidden among the common folks.
*Translator's note: "green tea bitch" refers to someone who appears innocent but is actually manipulative and scheming under the facade.
Wa Zhiqi hooked his arm over Mo Fan's shoulder, looking disdainful of associating with Xiao Qimo and Sikong Jian.
