Ning Ze turned his head and met his cold, piercing gaze, shivering all over.
Why did he feel like Brother Jiang's look at him was getting scarier and scarier? He hadn't done anything.
Mu Yan looked at Jiang Jingheng as he suddenly turned his back to her, so she didn't see the emotion in his eyes.
Song Cheng'an closed the door and said, "Everyone, sit down."
"Yeah, yeah, have a seat." Ning Ze and the others chimed in, sitting down one by one.
Mu Yan glanced at the few people sitting around the round table. Besides Ning Ze, there were three men and one woman.
Among them, two men and one woman only glanced at her initially and then paid her no further attention.
But a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses kept staring at her. He looked like he was in his thirties, possessing a gentle and refined demeanor.
She happened to meet his gaze, and he nodded slightly at her.
Mu Yan withdrew her gaze, planning to wait for the others to sit down and find an empty seat.
