Emily carried a steaming cup of coffee, tiptoeing into the study, "Dear, Aliya and I have picked out a few farms. Do you want to take a look with us?"
She immediately sensed a slightly unusual atmosphere. The study was unlit, with only the cold, blue light of the laptop screen casting on Lin Yu'an's face, outlining his sharp profile like a sculpture.
He sat upright, like a sculpture poised to pounce, motionless. It seemed as if he hadn't heard her question.
But the air around him seemed to thicken, tense with some invisible aura emanating from him, filled with the oppressive feeling before a storm.
Emily slowed her steps, unconsciously lightening her breath. She saw that Lin Yu'an wasn't looking at those complex flying theories or analyzing K-line charts.
He was just staring at an extremely simple social media interface—Twitter.
On the screen, a tweet posted less than ten minutes ago was like a nuclear bomb dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a digital tsunami.
