Several female colleagues wanted to talk to him, but no one dared to approach him.
It was because Mu Sihan's expression was completely cold. His thin lips were tightly pursed together like a sharp knife while he was exuding an aura that warned people from approaching him.
As time continued to pass, Mu Sihan got more impatient the longer he waited, and it eventually became six in the evening. His straight eyebrows furrowed together as his well-defined facial features appeared sharper and colder.
He took out his phone and called her.
However, all he heard was the automated voice on the other end of the line that indicated the phone was switched off. Hearing the message, his pair of deep black eyes darkened under his sunglasses.
"Young Master Mu?" A soft and coy voice trailed over.
