Andre was sitting sprawled on the couch with a bunch of discarded cigarettes carelessly strewn around him. He was wearing a set of headphones and doing something on his computer.
When Andre saw the two of them walk in, he was taken aback for a moment, and he raised a hand to greet them.
"Boss, why did you suddenly feel like visiting us here today? You also brought the new guy."
"Nothing there has been an acceleration in plans."
Sean, who heard the noise came out of his room wearing a doctor's coat. His eyes indifferently swept over Anson's tall figure briefly before ignoring him and landing on Selwynn.
Slowly his already cold face became even harder, and he pursed his lips into a deep frown.
"The underside of your eyes is grey, your sclera is discolored, your face is pale, and your lips are slightly purple, indicating you've lacked sleep, high stress, and excessive smoking."
"Are you actively seeking an early death?"