"Where's Fen Wén?" Mao Mao suddenly asked in a low, cold tone enough to freeze the poor girl. The girl instantly flinched and stopped in her track. Her hands trembled as she stuttered trying to answer.
"T-that...F-Fen Wén said she's not feeling well, s-so…" The girl shrunk back, wanting to run away from the office. She didn't expect the always warm and kind Mao Mao to be like this.
That sharp gaze he directed toward her successfully made her skin crawled. The temperature around suddenly became cold and she felt like she's going to pee her pants.
Momma! Why the hell his excellency looked so mad??
The girl didn't see Mao Mao's eyes when he glared at her since she immediately lowered her head yet somehow she could felt a piercing gaze stabbing her head.
"Unwell?" Mao Mao asked again as he tapped the table. His voice sounded so cold that the girl couldn't help but shiver once she heard it.
