Ji Ting paused, slightly startled. I thought Ji Yanzhi would get jealous and tell Uncle Yang to throw him out.
His thoughts spread like invisible ripples, reaching the ears of both men, upstairs and downstairs, at the same time.
Lu Yanchu's grip on his teacup tightened for an instant before a deeply hidden, nostalgic smile flickered in his eyes. After so long, hearing Ji Ting's voice again, he found it just as pure and unclouded as ever. Even that faint note of confusion had not changed in the slightest.
Upstairs, Ji Yanzhi turned his face away in irritation. Hah, was I really that petty? It was just a meeting... Wait, so what if I was that petty? Wasn't I allowed to be?
His irritated voice carried a touch of petulance. "Are you going or not?"
"Hmm..." Ji Ting gave it serious consideration, then answered out of a sense of responsibility. "I provided the technical foundation for the core effects-rendering algorithm. If you don't mind, I'd still like to ask Lu Yanchu in person exactly what technical issue needs discussing at this stage."
Ji Yanzhi had known that his meticulous, responsible nature would lead to this. Keeping his face stiff, he reluctantly compromised. "Then go get changed first."
"Are you coming downstairs with me?"
"What else?" Ji Yanzhi narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Leave you two alone together? What are you planning to do?"
Ji Ting smiled helplessly. "All right, we'll go together."
Just as Lu Yanchu was drinking his second cup of black tea, the elevator on the first floor chimed.
He turned at the sound, his gaze landing precisely on the elevator doors.
The doors slid silently open, and Ji Ting stepped out.
In that instant, Lu Yanchu's breath caught in his throat.
Unlike the slightly youthful, boyish figure he