Xiao Lin stood outside the door for a moment of daze, but soon he turned the doorknob and walked in!
The man, driven mad by excessive shock, didn't even think someone would appear in front of him at this moment. So when the door was suddenly pulled open, the surprise completely broke his madness. Because of excessive astonishment, he couldn't make a sound from his throat, just stared dryly at the man in front of him.
Xiao Lin frowned slightly. How could a perfectly good conference room be made to look like Hell's graveyard, with bloodstained colors everywhere and a corpse, with its heart gouged out, half lying on the table, its arms drooping down? Thus, he lifted his eyes, not too pleased, and looked toward Lao Jiu behind the unfamiliar man, then closed the door.
As Xiao Lin entered, the man instinctively stepped back, his heel seemed to guess something and stopped him, forgetting there was someone else behind him due to the shock.
