He puzzledly lowered his face, and at a glance, his face that had just returned to its normal color turned livid again—a moment ago, the cleaning aunt's stumble and push splashed dirty water all over one side of his pants, and his shoes were the same. The journey up here had almost dried them, turning them into small gray-black mud spots.
Just for the sake of appearance, he had specially chosen a light gray summer suit, making those mud spots particularly noticeable.
These white-collar office workers were used to seeing clean attire, and had never seen such a sorry sight in this building. Unable to recognize him from his back, they couldn't refrain from laughing.
Suddenly turning around, Chen Ziming angrily looked at the girls who were still whispering.
"Which department are you from?"
Seeing his face, the few girls turned pale.
