Lin Qi led Liu Xingyuan and Liu Xinglu to the reception area.
The brand-new office contained only various pieces of conference equipment and wasn't yet stocked with tea.
But even if there had been tea, no one would have had the stomach for it while looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the uncleared battlefield below.
Liu Xingyuan and Liu Xinglu sat together on one side. Lin Qi didn't choose a seat next to them, but sat opposite the two, maintaining a clear sense of distance.
After they were seated, Lin Qi looked at Liu Xingyuan, and Liu Xingyuan looked back at Lin Qi. Liu Xinglu's gaze, meanwhile, darted back and forth between the two.
Liu Xinglu's headache intensified.
'This wasn't what we agreed on at all!'
'On the way over, didn't he say he wanted to have a heart-to-heart with Lin Qi? How did it turn into this standoff the second they met?'
But Liu Xuan was still reminding Liu Xinglu with a new message every two minutes.
