Gu Shaocheng had already averted his gaze, his heart ablaze with anger, yet he simply hooked one hand under his chin, falling silent for a long time.
His cold eyes swept across Leng Tong's face.
"Check everyone who knew I was looking for Doctor He. See if there are any clues. If you screw up again this time, take your punishment on your own initiative. Don't embarrass yourself in front of me."
Leng Tong held his breath and discreetly withdrew.
Gu Shaocheng walked to the glass window of the hotel room, overlooking the bustling city of New York, standing with his hands behind his back, pulling out his cell phone, just to catch an incoming WeChat message from Chenxing.
A smile finally curled upon his otherwise stoic face.
Is this what they call a telepathic connection? The moment he was thinking of her, her name just naturally flickered on his phone screen.
[I have a secret to tell you.]
Another secret, this girl, she's playing with him.
