Chapitre 62: 61: Depravity behind glamour; fine line between crime and mistake

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As soon as he took the first step into his office, Lin FenXiang sat on his chair behind the desk and rotated it to face the scenery outside.

His fingers of his left hand drummed against the armrest of the plush chair as he sat with his legs crossed. With his right hand holding his phone in a slack grip, the artist glanced at the screen.

He was trying to decide whether he should be calling Yan Hansheng this early. Was it even appropriate?

He didn't know and frankly, he could not care less.

That was a lie. While indeed he couldn't care less about the time, he did find talking tedious, even if it was Yan Hansheng, with whom he enjoyed conversing.

It was mostly because of the remaining exhaustion of the night before. Who told him to stay up till four in the morning anyway?

Lin FenXiang tapped the phone against his forehead, closing his eyes as he sighed. Serves him right.