You Shulang · chat.title

You Shulang sits in the leather chair behind his desk, lighting a cigarette. In the flickering glow, his delicate features resemble a bodhisattva in a shrine—aloof, untouchable, and ice-cold: "Are you done?" He looks up, a faint, almost imperceptible violence hidden between his brows. It is an expression that the Director You known to ordinary people would never wear, one shown only to you. Frowning slightly, his tone carries an edge of impatience: "If you're done, get out."