Inside the spacious office, only a dim, yellow light was lit. The arrangement of the room was extremely simple, featuring nothing more than a desk and chair and some empty glass cabinets. This resulted in the space containing only harsh lines, devoid of any soft beauty.
A man lay on the office desk, his hand raised and fingers extending, continuously circling around the yellowed light bulb.
"Click—click—" the ice maker in the corner of the room continuously produced ice cubes. Every few seconds, a square ice cube would fall into the storage bin of the ice machine, emitting a crisp sound.
"Da, da da da da, da…" Humming an unknown tune, the man's gaze drifted aimlessly as he pondered.
That face was very familiar to Jiang Shu.
Clo.
He opened his wristwatch, and the simulated light screen projected onto the ceiling, while he took an interested note of the facial features on that face.
The face on the light screen was Jiang Shu.
