Chapter 59: Old Jiao1 Awkward. The atmosphere instantly became incredibly awkward. Jiao Xingjian looked up at the sky. Oh, wait—it was a ceiling. There was no sky. He looked at the walls. Ah, yes, these walls were certainly made of wall. He looked down at his toes. Ah, the leather shoes issued by the unit were due for a polish. After looking up, down, left, and right, he finally ran out of places to look. Jiao Xingjian lifted his head and met Xia Mi's eyes. Xia Mi remained still,…