Zhan Jinchuan: "..."
There was a hint of unease on his face. He avoided Gu Junzhu's gaze, rubbing the tips of his thumb, index, and middle fingers together continuously.
Close people who have spent a lot of time together often develop many similar habits.
Gu Junzhu habitually rubbed his fingertips when he was thinking.
Zhan Jinchuan, on the other hand, liked to rub his fingertips both when he was thinking and when he was nervous.
Gu Junzhu glanced at his right hand: "You'd better explain it yourself. If you can't make it clear, I'll call your secretary in to see what he says."
"There's no need for that, right?" Zhan Jinchuan said awkwardly, "You yourself said it, I'm already thirty-five, not twenty-five or fifteen, right?"
As the older brother, how did it turn into a situation where he was being interrogated like a grandson by Gu Junzhu? He felt particularly uneasy about it.
