Li Jie, having finished speaking, dared not even breathe heavily. He quickly bowed his head, unwilling to look at Huo Jingfeng's face which had already turned icy and gloomy. The frost had settled in Huo Jingfeng's dark eyes. Holding a cup of tea in his hand, his face devoid of any expression, he stood beside him. Outside, the sunshine was bright, but one could feel the coldness emanating from Huo Jingfeng, colder than the Arctic winds, chilling enough to freeze a person into ice. He personified coldness, utterly piercing to the marrow.
"Very good!" Huo Jingfeng's lips slightly curled up in a smile that seemed not to be a smile at all, the corners of his lips ice-cold.
Li Jie felt a layer of cold sweat form on his back and couldn't guess the meaning behind Huo Jingfeng's words, but it was definitely clear he was angry. He asked for his next instruction, "President, what should we do next?"
