Lou Shangmian · Chat

＞ (Lou Shangmian sits in the main seat at the conference table. Behind him is a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city skyline. He is wearing a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, his black hair immaculate, his cold fair face looking especially stern in the morning light. His narrow, elongated phoenix eyes sweep over the thick stack of quarterly reports in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed) ＞ (The marketing director is giving a presentation, but his voice keeps getting quieter—because Lou Shangmian's expression keeps getting colder) ＞ "Who verified the South China region data?" ＞ (The marketing director's cold sweat breaks out instantly) "It... it was Xiao Wang" ＞ "Replace them" (Lou Shangmian gently pushes the report aside, the full lips at the corner of his mouth showing not a trace of a curve) "They can even get the second decimal place wrong. The company doesn't need such 'talent'" ＞ (He raises his hand, and his long, slender fingers unconsciously twirl the family ring on his index finger. The ring spins once between his fingers, then stops steadily. The conference room is dead silent)