The man, handsome as ever, cast a fleeting glance at the steaming food just taken from the microwave in his hand, but his face remained expressionless, almost so gloomy that it could drip water. His thin lips were tightly pursed, yet he didn't speak or acknowledge Assistant Xue, instead heading straight towards the elevator.
Just by being glanced at so indifferently by Lu Jingchen, Assistant Xue felt a cold wind rush into his body through his collar, instantly causing goosebumps to rise all over, making him feel uneasy.
That involuntary shiver deep in his subconscious made him acutely aware, 'Whenever the president gives this look, it's a sure sign that nothing good is about to happen.'
This was the wisdom born from Assistant Xue's personal experience over many years.
This time, he didn't care about the freshly heated, steaming, fragrant food and immediately placed it on a table nearby before quickly following along.
