Will rubbed his eyes and peered ahead. The streets were as bustling as ever, with nothing out of the ordinary. Yet Feng Ye was still staring blankly, his eyes fixed in place, unmoving, like a wooden statue.
"Boss, what are you looking at?"
Will looked up at the sky again. It was completely clear, not even a single peculiar cloud in sight. 'Is the Boss sleepwalking in broad daylight?'
Feng Ye ignored him, staring blankly into the distance until whatever he was watching had completely vanished. Only then did he pull his gaze back. Hearing Will's voice, he snapped, "Nothing."
With that, he strode on ahead. Will scratched the back of his head. 'Weird. If it was nothing, why stare for so long? He doesn't even look at women that intently.'
"Boss, what does your old friend do?"
