Chapter 912. Ill (1)
Qi Lei picked up the water and drank a few gulps of it as he began to flip through the materials in his hand. “You’re quite efficient. Once South River Project No. 2 was finalized, you managed to get all this done.”
Then, he flicked the document and said leisurely, “I thought you’d need at least half a month! You even came to me so rushed, and it was Mu Lingshi and Mu Lingmo’s wedding yesterday too. Even though I couldn’t make it, I did send a gift over.”
Mu Yuchen straightened up slightly. Now, you could see the faint fatigue between his brows. “Don’t you feel threatened yourself? Who do you think I’m so zealous about? Once Qi Feng’s back…”
Suddenly, he did not continue and only met his gaze meaningfully.
“I know that he’s not simple. When it comes to my brother, I’m far inferior to his scheming.” Faint loneliness flashed in Qi Lei’s eyes, yet there was even more bitterness that appeared in them as he frowned and took the cigarette box from the table. Taking a stick out, he lit it up and puffed, then he handed it to Mu Yuchen who lifted a hand up to reject it.
“Not going to have one?” Qi Lei squinted at him and asked.
He took a look at the words on the cigarette box, then looked to him with shifting eyes as he said, “Smoking is bad for health.”
Qi Lei sneered. “Since when did you start cherishing life? I’ve seen you touch these things before.”
Mu Yuchen got up a little exhaustedly and reached out to pat Qi Lei’s shoulder as he said calmly, “Okay, you take a look at them yourself. My room’s right across yours. I’ll go wash up. Come over to call me in an hour.”