The cold voice made Yang Leman's heart skip a beat.
The good mood she had when she entered was instantly gone.
She started to panic, staring at the documents on the desk, swallowing hard, "Shen, Brother Shen, what is this?"
Xu Mushen didn't respond, simply sitting and gazing at her.
At this moment, she was standing and he was sitting, yet she felt like Xu Mushen was looking down on her.
That kind of confidence in control and the aura of being overwhelmingly superior made her heart flutter.
With trembling hands, she picked up the documents from the desk.
After seeing what was on them, her pupils contracted suddenly.
She quickly raised her head, "Brother Shen, I can't understand these, I…"
Before she could finish her words, Xu Mushen's slender fingers tapped the desk faintly. He leaned forward, his arm rested on the desk, and an overwhelming pressure surged towards Yang Leman. Her voice abruptly halted.