Chapter 66
That sound rang in Jian Yao’s ears, like a gently vibrating cello string. The sound lingered, refusing to be diminished.
Her neck was stiff – she wanted to look up, but it refused to obey her.
By her side, Fang Qing had already looked up in astonishment, and was rendered speechless in an instant.
Jian Yao finally also looked over.
The people around her were going about their usual business, and all was quiet. Jian Yao looked at the man standing in the corridor, separated from her by a pane of glass.
Mr. Bo was wearing his customary black suit, white shirt and shiny leather shoes, with nary a hair out of place. He was even thinner than before, and his coat flapped emptily around him. Standing as tall as he did, he looked like a clothes rack. His pale, almost skeletal hand gripped a walking stick. That shiny, black walking stick inexplicably caused Jian Yao to feel awkward.
He wore a pair of sunglasses, and his facial expression was cold.
Due to the arrogant words he had spoken, many people were watching him. However, his expression registered not the slightest change, and he continued walking forwards confidently.
As he passed by the window, his footsteps abruptly paused