In the private room, Chu Ci took off his baseball cap and mask, placed his trench coat on the sofa, then walked over to sit beside Shi Yu: "Xiao Xi and Manman said they couldn't come."
"Hmm."
The private room was filled with thick white smoke. Shi Yu had smoked a lot since last night, and his entire heart had been in a state of anxiety and unease.
He feared Chu Ci finding out the truth and wished to deceive himself with concealment, but also knew that the matter would inevitably be discovered sooner or later.
Noticing Shi Yu's unease, Chu Ci looked up at him, his delicate brows furrowed slightly: "What's up, something on your mind?"
Looking at Chu Ci in front of him, Shi Yu's eyes revealed guilt and melancholy. He leaned forward to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray, his gaze complex as he looked at Chu Ci: "The company is facing a crisis, I......"
Chu Ci looked at him, the two exchanged glances, and somehow his heart felt anxious and uneasy.
