"How cute... he thinks our relationship can be severed."
Bishop Va'ren chuckled as he hopped onto the couch, leaning against it with one leg over the other... then he moved a plate of red grapes with his finger and had one hang in the air to his mouth, feeding himself casually.
"Are you threatening me?" Zhang Wei-Lan narrowed his eyes coldly, "We have a contract signed... Your threats mean nothing to me."
"Wei-Lan... I thought by now you should have already figured out that our contract binds you, not me..." Bishop Va'ren smiled lazily, "I know you signed it when you were young, hot-blooded, and filled with so much ambition you could move mountains... but you're an old man now, and you can't be excused anymore."
"..."
Zhang Wei-Lan was left silent, gazing at Va'ren with murderous intent buried deep within his pupils.
