Tang You jumped in fright.
'How did he get here?'
The man swiveled the office chair he was sitting in, turning to face Tang You, who was still standing dazed at the door.
"What's this? Has Mr. Tang found a higher branch to climb, so now he won't even acknowledge an old friend?"
Tang You snapped back to his senses and instinctively shut the office door.
Only then did he lean against the back of the door and slowly let out a breath.
He gave a wry smile. "Mr. Liu, what are you talking about? We've been friends for so many years..."
Sitting behind Tang You's desk, Liu Bo cut him off with a smirk. "We've been friends for so many years, so whatever Mr. Tang thinks I meant, that's exactly what I meant."
A flicker crossed Tang You's eyes, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he patted his chest and casually walked over to the water cooler to pour himself a glass, complaining in a half-joking, half-serious tone—
