Chapter 1662 does not admit to copying

around 10 o'clock, Yaheng's figure steps from the elevator, long and lazy, with a kind of King's domineering spirit, cold eyes as if ignoring everything.

two designers just came out of the corner of the corridor and seemed to block his way. They were so scared that they quickly separated the two sides and gave way to him.

"good morning, boss." There was some alarm in both voices.

Yaheng steps towards the two men's expressionless brows, but as soon as he gets to his office, the coldness on his face is like the ice gradually melting away, and the corners of his mouth...