That voice successfully traveled into everyone's ears.
Fatty feigned ignorance immediately, preparing his link wordlessly, while the other two went into cover.
This was awkward, he just got caught gossiping about his boss.
The elite felt a chill running through him as he turned, looking straight at an aristocratic and ravishing face. Somehow, he felt touched.
It had been a long while since he had seen a living version of his boss.
"Young Master, I'm definitely showing concern!" The elite tried to find an escape.
Qin Mo lifted a brow, taking action. "Thanks for the concern."
The elite watched as his boss took his jacket, gold-rimmed spectacles, and bag ━ he didn't even leave his watch.
In the end, he was left with his long johns and a shirt.
As a magician, he had never been in such a pathetic state and compared to his ravishing boss, he looked as though he had just been robbed.
