บท 758: Is The Doctorate of the Ninth Branch So Young?

Bo Jingxing was sitting on one side of the circular conference table. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined and handsome.

However, only those who had seen him before knew if he was really gentle and handsome under that gentle facade.

He had just taken off his glasses and placed them on the table when he saw a person jogging in. She slipped to his seat and whispered to him.

Two minutes later, that person went out quietly again.

Bo Jingxing put away his relaxed laziness and leaned against the leather chair with a splitting headache. He turned around and whispered to the man who was drinking tea, "Something happened."