Li Yu did not respond, glanced at him, and lightly passed by.
Xiao Jun maintained a bowed posture, and even after Li Yu descended the wall, he stayed in that pose.
His body slightly trembled.
He didn't want to look back, nor did he dare to.
Afraid that the moment he turned, he would see Li Yu watching him.
It's akin to the horror film scene where, while using the bathroom, you sense a faint breathing behind you, and turning around, you spot someone lurking by the door, revealing a wicked grin in the dim light.
That's the feeling that held him back from turning around now.
Just now, Li Yu's gaze was too sharp, like a blade causing his eyes pain.
Does Director Li always seem to be prepared ahead of time because of some prophetic foresight or merely coincidence? Or is there another reason?
Xiao Jun dared not ponder more.
He even began to forcibly forget the matter, fearing that a slip of the tongue might lead to dire consequences.
Not that he felt Li Yu was unfair to him.
