38: Encounter; face to face

Lin FenXiang was, for sure, definitely, going to kill someone!

He was fuming internally due to functioning entirely on caffeine as he sipped into his eleventh coffee of the day.

Oh, how he wished that he could freaking call it a day and go back to slacking off, being an artist he was.

Bloody hell, he was even ready to take commissions for statues if it meant he could be free from this— this—

Whatever hell this was. If something was to be his purgatory then this had to be it.

He bit back a groan as he dropped his head on the cool surface of his desktop.

Kill him, just kill him!

He chanted again and again as he went back to reading through the files in front of him feeling utterly defeated.

Just when he decided to focus on his work, a knock on the door interrupted him.

His assistant Mister Xue strutted into the office, utterly unbothered by the galte thrown his way for the nth time today.