Xiao Yimo was lying on the custom-made leather sofa, paralyzed as if he had no bones. The phone was placed on his belly, the screen was still on, and a bad sweet pet drama was playing. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and there was half a piece of potato chip dregs hanging from the corner of his mouth. He looked lazy at best, but like a salted fish at worst.
When the office door was pushed open with a bang, he didn't even raise his eyelids.
