Just a simple name, two monosyllabic syllables.
It was enough to turn all the text on the document in front of him into incomprehensible code.
Bo Jingshen put down the pen.
Cheng Yan furrowed his brows—a rare occurrence for him, as he usually showed little fluctuation in his expressions, "Can't you wait until he's done with the official business before bringing this up?"
He had planned on mentioning seeing Su Lu in Beijing, but he wanted to wait until Bo Jingshen had finished signing documents and reviewing what needed to be reviewed.
Yan Sui, however, bluntly brought it up, and this was indeed...
"You really screw things up," Cheng Yan said.
Yan Sui, "..." How did it come to insults? Cheng Yan, with such a temperament, actually swore?
"Then what?" Bo Jingshen's voice rang out, still calm.
But his voice, which was a bit husky to begin with, seemed even huskier.
