บท 128: PEACE AT LAST

The funniest part is that they thought she was still the same old Bai Xueyan.

Her keeping quiet now, was because she wanted to let them play themselves. Once their cup was filled to the brim, she'd hit them by pushing the cup off the table. Shattering them into thousand pieces.

"Come in," Zhaolin was now standing by himself, his hands in his pocket and looking straight at the door. But he was blocking her... More like a human shield.

The door opened, and Zhiyang stepped in. "Sir, everyone's left..." He trailed off, when he realized Zhaolin wasn't on his chair. Set to turn when he heard an order. "Drop the files on my table and you can leave."

Zhiyang maintained his composure, his wandering eyes even if he so wanted to turn around and have a look.

"Three extra designs came in... We will be briefed about it tomorrow during the meeting, I just brought them for you to have a look."

"Ok," Zhaolin answered. And Zhiyang knew it was time to leave.