Wanwan?
Lin Musen and Ning Wan had known each other for just over an hour, not even two, and yet he could call her name with such familiarity.
Xi Mohan's face began to darken, his eyes fixed intently on Lin Musen, brooding with emotions unknown.
Feeling uneasy under Xi Mohan's gaze, Lin Musen shrank his neck and couldn't help but speak, "Mo Han, why are you looking at me like that? You wouldn't be interested in me, would you? I'm telling you, don't get any special ideas about me, I'm straight, not bent."
Upon hearing this, Xi Mohan's face darkened further. He completely couldn't follow Lin Musen's train of thought, as if they were from entirely different worlds.
He had a normal sexual orientation and liked women. No matter how desperate he might get, he wouldn't fancy a big guy; he just couldn't go there.
Retracting his gaze from Lin Musen, Xi Mohan lifted his foot toward his desk, sat in the boss's chair, and began silently flipping through the documents on his desk.
