For a moment, Ah Mao caught the scent of death.
This top student trained by the Evil God Association's president actually felt his legs go weak and wanted to pee at this moment.
But he held back, showing a smile uglier than crying: "Boss, Manager Tom. Good evening."
"Hmph."
Bi Jian Country snorted twice, leaning by the door without leaving, determined not to give Ah Mao a chance to escape. Not at all.
Tom also snorted twice, unaware of what happened, but Ah Mao's guilty expression looked as if he had been caught doing something bad.
Only Qin Hao smiled: "Good evening, little brother Ah Mao."
"Good, good, good."
Ah Mao was so nervous that he said three 'good' words in a row, the office air conditioner temperature was very low, yet sweat still poured down his forehead.
Cold sweat.
"The boss's office is indeed quite clean. Should I clean it up a bit?"
