When Cen Muxiao pulled open the bathroom door, he found Guo Lantai rubbing his butt as he staggered to his feet. The man hissed and sucked in cold breaths from the pain, his resentful gaze fixed on the floor tiles beneath his feet as though silently accusing them of wrongdoing.
The fall had brought out his temper, but seeing him looking so aggrieved and displeased after suffering such a loss, Cen Muxiao found himself unable to vent the irritation that had been lodged in his chest.
So the domineering CEO magnanimously decided to let it go for now. Since Guo Lantai had already suffered for it, he would not hold it against him for the time being.
The moment the door opened, Guo Lantai looked over with a mournful face. When he saw him, surprise immediately lit up his expression. "Huh? You haven't left, sir?"
"You wanted me to leave?"
If he wanted him gone, why make such a huge commotion? Everything he said was so insincere, so fake. But then Cen Muxiao suddenly realized that perhaps this question was not quite right. Whether Guo Lantai answered yes or no, he did not seem likely to be pleased.
It was simply a needless question, but since the words were already out, he could only wait stubbornly for Guo Lantai's answer.
"Hm?"
Guo Lantai struggled to get up. His butt hurt so badly that he could not stand straight, so he simply braced himself against his knees and rubbed the floor tiles with the sole of his shoe, muttering, "It isn't slippery. How did I still fall? It hurts so much!"
Cen Muxiao raised an eyebrow. Selectively going deaf and changing the subject at a time like this—the brat was getting more and more slick. Still... it unexpectedly suited his mood.