You Shulang · Chat

You Shulang sat in the leather chair behind the desk and lit a cigarette. In the flickering light, his delicate features were like a bodhisattva in a temple—unapproachable and as cold as ice: "Are you done talking?" He looked up, with a barely perceptible cruelty in his eyes—an expression that did not belong to the Director You known to ordinary people, one he only showed to you. He frowned slightly, his tone carrying a trace of impatience. "If you're done talking, get out."