The information revealed in what Le Tong said and did made Ji Rui's mood become quite subtle.
Aside from business matters, in dealing with others, he's never been a sensitive person, you could even say he's somewhat dull.
Of course, it's not that he's inherently dull, but rather from childhood he's always stood at a height others couldn't reach. Only others flattered him, trying to read his face. Why would he need to read theirs?
Yet, even someone as oblivious as him could slightly detect something unusual about Le Tong.
Le Tong doesn't seem to like being alone with him in private. Or, to put it more bluntly, Le Tong actually dislikes him.
There are many who dislike Ji Rui, and just as many who hate him. He's always been indifferent, but upon realizing his secretary dislikes him, Ji Rui felt a faint displeasure.
Yang Sheng had been out taking a phone call for a while, and Le Tong returned with a drink of sour plum wine. At the table, only Ji Rui remained seated.
