Sikong Jian's eyebrows lifted slightly, uh-oh, he had actually understood.
Meanwhile, Lu Mian, with her lips slightly parted, looked at Xiao Qimo with surprise and a sense of guilt.
She didn't know why she felt guilty, but she could sense the increasingly heavy atmosphere emanating from Director Qimo. She quickly exerted some effort and pulled her hand back.
For the first time, she felt like running away, or getting into a fight would also be fine—anything was better than the current situation.
The palm of Sikong's hand was quickly left empty.
Xiao Qimo smoothly shook his hand with a perfunctory grip, a victorious smile tinting his eyes and brows.
However, even so, Sikong Jian didn't take it to heart. He and Lu Mian had been through life-or-death trials together; their relationship wasn't something that could be easily shattered.