The old acquaintance still had the same fiery demeanor, striding in, and as soon as he sat down, he opened his laptop and began typing away furiously.
Su Xingyu glanced at him again and again, wanting to greet him out of politeness, but seeing him so absorbed, she hesitated to disturb him. She agonized internally, recalling the man's impatient demeanor from over four years ago, never willing to waste a moment, and silently turned her head away, deciding to pretend she hadn't seen him.
The sound of the man's fingers tapping the keyboard echoed clearly in her ears.
After about six or seven minutes, the tapping suddenly stopped, and an abrupt real voice came through: "For these four years, he has been in agony."
Su Xingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively turned her head to look at him, meeting Leng Fei's sharp, icy eyes.
She stammered, "Wh... what?"
