「Ten minutes later.」
In the President's office, Xiao Linye regarded Xiao Shuo, whose face was a patchwork of bruises, with icy eyes. The corner of his eye had apparently been slashed by a bag zipper; a thin, long gash oozed beads of blood.
Kang Xuan had duly reported everything that happened in the elevator to Xiao Linye.
Xiao Linye glared at Xiao Shuo, ice in his eyes, and a heavy, suppressive atmosphere filled the entire office.
"You may leave," Xiao Linye said in a low voice to Kang Xuan.
Kang Xuan instinctively glanced at Xiao Shuo, his expression clearly saying, 'You're on your own now,' and then nodded. "Okay."
The oppressive atmosphere had also jolted Xiao Shuo to full alertness.
Kang Xuan turned and left, carefully closing the door behind him.
When it was just him and Xiao Linye, Xiao Shuo called out in a low voice, "Uncle Seven."
