Liang Minghao scoffed. "You do realize you just killed the mood, right?"
A beat of silence.
Jiang Yanxu tilted his head slightly, as if considering it. Then, in the same emotionless voice, he replied, "Were you expecting me to critique your performance?"
Liang Minghao groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Drop it."
He leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh before his expression grew serious. "About Song Linchen ... I arranged a meeting. He wants to see you. Tonight."
Jiang Yanxu arched a brow. "You called me here just to say that? You could've told me over the phone."
"I could have." Liang Minghao shot him a pointed look. "And you're a pain in the ass, by the way."
Jiang Yanxu remained silent, waiting.
Liang Minghao sighed again, then reached for his desk drawer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them across the table. "These are some documents I had printed. They contain details about conflicting interests."
