Juan returned around noon the next day. He didn't look all that different from when he'd left.
He just walked with a bit of a wobble.
Seeing Juan's vacant stare, Jia Xiu felt a little panicked.
He wasn't sure whether his senior really was fine or if his "heart had already died."
Although resolving Bubu's problem was important, giving his senior psychological issues in the process didn't seem worth it.
Their bright future—one where they wouldn't have to worry about funding and could work on whatever projects they wanted—still depended on his senior's business acumen.
"Senior Juan, a-are you okay?"
Jia Xiu asked with some concern.
If his senior was having problems, though, it probably counted as post-traumatic stress disorder. He could treat that.
"What do you mean, am I okay? I'm great, absolutely fantastic. I've never been better."
Hearing Juan's answer, Jia Xiu and Margaret exchanged a glance.
They saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
This poor guy had gotten into serious trouble.
Jia Xiu was about to comfort him when Juan, one hand on his lower back, struggled into the seat across from him.
"That was good business. Next time you get another deal that good, remember to call me."
"Huh? You really are doing great?"
Jia Xiu was starting to wonder if years in the business had raised Juan's threshold so much that his tastes had become a little unusual.
"I'm a bit tired, but it was worth it."
"Thank you on Bubu's behalf."
"No, I mean, it was originally for Bubu, but while I was working, I used our newly developed Mage Armor. Miss Niga was very pleased. At the time, I first..."
"No, no, we don't need to go into that part."
"Oh. Anyway, Miss Niga really liked our Mage Armor and asked