"Boss, still playing?" Meng Chi looked at Bi Xia, who was silent and then chuckled, tilting his head as he asked.
Bi Xia shook his head, "You play another round, and then we'll get ready to leave. Didn't we agree to meet Vice President Xia and the others?"
Meng Chi nodded, "Alright, and what about you?"
Bi Xia glanced at his phone, pressed the HOME button, and frowned slightly, "I'll take a break, you guys go ahead."
"Then Boss, why not lend me your account? I'll level up for you." Meng Chi suggested.
"Sure." Bi Xia swapped places with Meng Chi, then nestled into the sofa where Meng Chi had been sitting. In that dimly lit space, the glow from the phone lit up the small, palm-sized face of the young man, oddly giving it an enchanting allure. It must be that teardrop mole beneath his eye. In previous stories, a teardrop mole was often a symbol of sadness, yet now it appeared cold and unfeeling.
