Lin Zheng trailed behind Lu Jingchi, his heart in his throat as he stole a glance at the man beside him, but Lu Jingchi’s face was an unreadable mask. All he could feel was the air grow cold. Lin Zheng opened his mouth to say something, but Lu Jingchi had already turned and strode away, forcing him to hurry and follow. With Pei Qingsheng's help, Jiang Lan had figured out the printer. She turned an