In Pei Yansi's office, it was spacious and bright with minimal furnishings, a testament to a very minimalist style.
But it was precisely because of this that he, now seated on the black leather sofa, loomed larger and more oppressive due to the sparseness of his surroundings.
The moment Chen Bo was brought in, fear began to churn incessantly inside him. When he locked eyes with Pei Yansi's pitch-black pupils, devoid of any emotion, his trembling intensified.
"President Pei... what, what are you doing?"
Pain throbbed beneath him. After being brought in by Zhao Jin, he could hardly stand steady, swaying back and forth. He desperately wanted to sit down, but Pei Yansi hadn't invited him to, so he didn't dare.
His stance was unstable, his heart, even more so, seeming almost to leap out of his chest. Unable to help himself, he reached up to wipe the sweat beads that had formed on his forehead.