Chen Mu had a meal with Xu Jia, but it was not a pleasant memory for him. They ate in the building's staff restaurant, where most of the diners were company employees. When the two entered, only a scattering of employees were seated inside. But when they saw Chen Mu and Xu Jia appear, their gazes turned rather strange.
One was an expert who had recently shot to prominence, and the other was the company's most dazzling beauty. How could the two of them sitting together fail to draw attention?
This was different from Taishu Zheng's banquet. Although the two had attracted attention there as well, those guests had at least maintained some restraint. These company employees, however, kept glancing their way. And perhaps someone had spread the news, because more and more people came into the restaurant. Before long, every seat in the hall, which held eighty dining tables, was occupied. Strangest of all, no one spoke loudly; they only whispered among themselves. Unfortunately, Chen Mu's hearing was exceptionally keen. Even though they lowered their voices, he could hear every word clearly. Listening to the employees excitedly gossip about him and Xu Jia, even someone as habitually composed as he was could not help breaking into a cold sweat. Xu Jia, who had always appeared calm before Chen Mu, had never expected this either and was just as uncomfortable.
The meal ended in this awkward atmosphere. Once they finished, the two could only be described as fleeing in utter disarray.
Chen Mu walked all the way to the Training Ground. By the time he reached the door of little Bu Mo's Training Room, his mood had completely returned to normal. Not a trace of unease remained in his cool eyes, replaced instead by calm and composure.
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