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Ji Jue: "-"

Lou Feng: ""

Jiang Tongguang: "--"

In the silent office, the three of them stared at one another without a word.

Director Jiang was here? Director Jiang, please sit! Director Jiang, have some tea.

After the three customary pleasantries, steam rose from the tea leaves and mist curled through the air. In the afternoon office, the first yellowing ray of dusk spilled in outside the window. Amid the silence, only the ticking of the clock remained.

Silence, silence, and more silence.

Jiang Tongguang said nothing. Ji Jue said nothing. Lou Feng didn't know what to say either!

The atmosphere was so bizarre that he had no idea what was going on.

He looked blankly at the two of them, unable to tell whether they were deliberately resisting each other, sharing some unspoken understanding, or had simply forgotten their lines.

He couldn't say anything at all!

Silence, silence, then more silence—until Lou Feng could no longer hold it in. He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

Before he could speak, though, he heard Ji Jue sigh beside him.

With such profound sorrow.

How could you be the one to crack first?

"Ha!"

Jiang Tongguang suddenly laughed for no reason, his face lighting up as though he had finally won. He picked up his teacup and began noisily slurping, not caring how bitter Ji Jue's awful tea leaves were.

It tasted exceptionally sweet.

"--"

Lou Feng was dumbfounded. Turning back, he saw Ji Jue's look of exasperation. "Director Jiang was just messing with us. Why couldn't you hold out?"

"-Ah."

Lou Feng felt terrible all over. No, when had this game even started? Were you people children or what?!

Was I just another