The man's gaze was like a sharp blade that could cut through iron, wrapped in ice shards, too sharp and chilling for anyone to meet directly.
Jian Liangtong's heart felt clenched in her palm at this moment, tightening so much that she could hardly breathe.
"Miss Jian, please." Seeing Jian Liangtong not moving, Chen Zhenglin quickly glanced at the man sitting on the sofa, squinting and smiling warmly at Jian Liangtong once again.
"..." Jian Liangtong felt unable to breathe, her face pale, and said to Chen Zhenglin, "Director Chen, I need to go to the restroom."
After speaking, without waiting for Chen Zhenglin to respond, Jian Liangtong turned and quickly walked out of the office.
Chen Zhenglin was stunned for a moment and looked at the man on the sofa.
But as soon as his gaze shifted, his eye corner was sharply cut by a gust of fierce wind.
Chen Zhenglin's face involuntarily twitched, and when he focused his gaze, the man on the sofa was nowhere to be seen.
