One Glimpse of Xi Nian, a Lifetime of Mistakes

The atmosphere in the office suddenly turned awkward. Beast Hank was sprawled on the floor, clutching the wooden door, while Havok Scott, who had rushed in after him, froze stiff as well. "Professor, nothing... happened here, right?" Beast Hank asked, his beastly eyes wide. "No." Charles shook his head. Xi Nian picked up his cup and took a small sip of hot coffee. Forget something happening—this place was so peaceful and harmonious that it practically looked like an academic symposium. "This isn't right.