"What happened? What's going on?"
"My God! Are you okay?"
"What are you doing? Don't you want this job anymore?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Sir, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to!"
Qi Si's ears were filled with noise, yet it was as though he could not hear any sound from the outside world. All he could hear was the heartbeat close at hand.
"Thump, thump, thump."
He could not tell whose it was.
It might have been Qi Si's own, or it might have belonged to the owner of this embrace.
The only thing he could be certain of was that the heartbeat was frantic, like the unwilling struggle of a terminally ill patient in the final second before death.
"Are you okay?"
Qi Si instinctively shook his head. Then his awareness slowly returned. He raised his hand, just about to tighten his hold on the person in his arms, when he was abruptly pushed away.
Qi Si: "???" What was that about?
"Are you looking to die? Don't you watch where you're going?" Bo Yanqi's expression was ugly as he lowered his eyes to look at Qi Si before him.
The flames flickering in his eyes made it clear that he was furious—furious enough to want to beat up this young master in front of him.
Yet for some unspeakable reason, he had no choice but to suppress his anger. In the end, he did not dare lay a finger on him.
Qi Si's gaze fell on Bo Yanqi's clenched fist. He blinked and asked in a strange tone, "You want to hit me?"
Bo Yanqi's breathing hitched. He frowned at Qi Si, who had lowered his head, opened his mouth as if to say something, then held it back.
"I won't hit you, but I'll tell