At the threshold of light and shadow, Yuan Shimo slowly ascended the stairs.
Qin Muye held out a hand to stop him. "What are you doing here?"
'Wasn't he in a meeting? How did he get back so fast? Did he teleport?'
As if he hadn't seen him at all, Yuan Shimo didn't even raise his eyes as he bypassed him and continued up the stairs.
At this, Qin Muye quickened his pace and hurried up the stairs.
Watching his retreating back, Yuan Shimo paused for a moment, the other man's words echoing in his mind.
'He also wanted to know why he was here.'
It had started two hours ago, when Yuan Shiyao didn't answer his phone. Since then, Yuan Shimo had been mired in a viscous, chilling gloom he couldn't quite describe.
He had been standing at a podium, facing dozens of the industry's top experts and scores of senior researchers from his field.
All eyes were on Yuan Shimo.
