Mo Fan took the card and left Xiao Qimo's office, running into Sikong Jian, who was striding past in a camel-colored trench coat.
Mo Fan felt it was somewhat baffling and became wary.
In fact, Sikong Jian had never taken the initiative to look for Xiao Qimo, and he had even less reason to step into his office privately.
This was a first.
There were only two men in the office.
Xiao Qimo, supporting his glasses, lifted his eyes listlessly, glanced at Sikong Jian, and then continued to bury himself in writing something.
Sikong Jian, unapologetic, didn't even bother with a greeting and just lifted his leg to sit on the desk.
The two men locked eyes, their gazes clashing.
Without Lu Mian there to keep the peace, these two couldn't wait to reveal their true colors, like needles pointing at wheat.
One was refined and elegant, the other wild and unrestrained.
Though their temperaments were so different, the one thing these two men had in common was: they were both incredibly aloof.
