The study was silent.
The young man's pen paused. He lifted his gaze to Baili Jing, his voice perfectly flat. "What do I think about what?"
"You can drop the act in front of me, can't you?" Baili Jing said with a smile. "You know what I'm asking."
"This is the New Era. It's about time you reined in that rotten 'main husband' attitude of yours," Xie Youchen said, continuing to sign his documents. His voice was faint. "Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with you."
Baili Jing: "..."
The young, award-winning actor sensed the other man's hostility, and the smile on his face faded slightly.
KNOCK, KNOCK.
There were two knocks at the door.
Housekeeper Wu's voice came from outside. "Young Master."
He glanced at Baili Jing and hesitated to speak.
Baili Jing ignored Xie Youchen's pointed glare, sitting on the sofa with his hands folded in his lap. He clearly had no intention of leaving.
Xie Youchen paid him no mind, tapping his fingers on the desktop.
