116 New levels of shamelessness

"Forbidden...Fruit?" 

Another person was as clueless as Gu Chiantao.

"Boss, if I may be as bold to comment..." 

No response.

Li Luxian leaned against the big luxurious leather chair, his elbow resting against the black armrest, white slender fingers curling into a tight fist as he brought them in front of his mouth, masking his sharp jawline behind them.

He breathed in and out softly, his forehead squeezing into a small frown.

Still no response.

The helpless proprietor of that meek protest Zhang Xin could foresee - those two casual words from Boss's wife being subjected to severe scrutiny by his Boss, his face progressively turning grimmer. 

There was no other way around. He knew his Boss well. Too well. That's how Boss had been for the last three days. He would have to wait at least...ten minutes...

To the woes of his wretched legs, Zhang Xin was proven wrong.