There really is no such thing as empathy in this world.
All the gazes directed at the only standing person at the scene, Director Jiang, were filled with either confusion or bewilderment.
And as for Director Jiang himself?
At this moment, a massive storm was raging in his heart, a storm that no one could understand or even know about.
From Li Shuru, Pei Yunxi, Lan Peizhi, to Cao Jinse, who had just completed her task.
The difficulty of each endeavor steadily increased.
But at least they were people with whom he shared a language and culture.
Cynthia?
Jiang Chen instinctively looked at the gaze that was now fixed on him.
The other person was also being drawn in by his unusual behavior.
When their eyes met, those untouchable eyes made him instinctively panic.
Even having someone like Duanmu Daosheng would be better.
Why did it have to be a foreigner?!
"Mr. Jiang, are you feeling unwell?"
Fujiwara Takuya spoke, showing concern.
