林漠寒盯着手机屏幕看了半晌，嘴角那抹玩味的笑意更深了点。他收回目光，转身出了洗手间。走廊尽头，助理小张正乖乖等他，见了他立马弯腰：“林总。”

“嗯。”林漠寒颔首，接过小张递过来的文件夹，随意翻了翻，“下周那个案子，安排一下。”

“好的，林总。”小张低头应着，心里却犯嘀咕。自家老板今天怎么这么早从情人家出来？而且看那脸色……该不会是又受气了吧？林漠寒对谁都冷，唯独对苏曼曼有点反差萌，可见苏曼曼那丫头得把他迷成什么样。

林漠寒 Didn't bother replying, just walked out of the corridor. Downstairs, a group of reporters was already waiting, cameras flashing like mad. "Mr. Lin MoHan!" they chimed in unison, eager to get a glimpse.

His assistant scurried forward, trying to shield him. "Media, please calm down, Mr. Lin is on his way!" he shushed, though it was useless. The reporters were like starving vultures, determined to get a scoop.

A young woman with a camera zoomed in, "Mr. Lin, are you here for the annual charity gala?"

林漠寒 just arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. He walked through the crowd, ignoring their shouted questions. He had seen it all before. Women fawning over him, men jealous of him, the media obsessed with his every move.