Anxious

Xie Yuyue is a werewolf.

Obviously, right.

Assistant Liu stood in front of the french windows with a stack of documents in his arms. If he wanted to explain why he, who suffers from acrophobia, had to face the window of a 22-story building, it was mainly because his young employer Xie Boss had convulsions.

Boss Xie recently said that he likes to watch the scenery and the birds flying high in the sky, so he placed the oversized and luxurious ivory white desk next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.The brothers who put the table were terrified, afraid that one would accidentally smash the employer's window, but the employer was very happy, smiling and supervising the work.

At this time, Boss Xie, who got his wish and watched the sky and birds for a week, put his feet on the table like every day in the past, took a glance at a plan, and then looked at Liu who was shaking his legs. The assistant said, "Throw it away."

Assistant Liu was taken aback, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears: "Throw it away?"

"Yes," the man's voice was pleasant, low and dark, very domineering president, and also very demon king, "Throw it away."

"If you don't want to throw it, you'll burn it, anyway—"

Xie Yuyue tilted his head, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and said at the corner of his mouth: "Don't let me see it again."