"I don't make decisions based on guesses," Charles White said with indifferent lips.
"I understand, I'll keep following up and tell you immediately if there's any news," the other person's voice grew serious too.
But it only lasted for a second before turning playful again.
"You know, you're like a young wolf, all work and no play every day. Could it be that you have no... desires?"
"What kind of desires?" Charles White raised an eyebrow, his eyes taking on a deeper shade.
"The kind every normal man has, of course. Honestly, with the way you throw yourself into your work, bets are being placed on whether you're asexual, and the pool has already broken a hundred million. If you really don't like women, should I find you a man instead?"
"..." Charles's thin lips pressed tightly together, and he didn't respond.
The air around him suddenly dropped in pressure, as if a typhoon was gathering, promising an approaching storm.
