As soon as he touched it, he immediately felt the other's skin as cold as ice, but he couldn't determine who it was.
The temperature in the meeting room dropped suddenly, anyone's hands could be that ice-cold.
So, Yan Junze immediately stopped, maintaining a rigid posture, not daring to move again.
The ice-cold hand also remained still; Yan Junze's index and middle fingers kept in contact with the back of the other's hand, as if time had frozen.
"It shouldn't be Zhang Xiaomo." Yan Junze speculated in his mind but quickly denied it, "If it were her, Xiaomo might try to touch my hand again instead of staying rigid."
It's all because this is the headquarters of Huaying Team, and the meeting room's confidentiality is extremely well-maintained. The curtains are made of special fabric that prevents light penetration and also radiation detection.
Being able to see this faint light is already a blessing.
