Xu Ke's suit was somehow draped over his arm, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his veined arms.
There was a smile on his face, but it was a smile without any warmth, sending shivers down one's spine with just a glance.
The man shivered.
"Why aren't you talking anymore? Weren't you having a great time chatting? Keep going," Xu Ke said with an expressionless face.
"I've said enough. I don't want to talk anymore," the man said dryly, his mouth opening.
"But it didn't seem that way just now. You seemed to be speaking joyfully. It looked like you could go on for quite a while, not like you were running out of words," Xu Ke said.
"It's all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding," Wang Donghai glanced at the underling who was sobbing into his hands, his forehead beaded with sweat, his voice getting weaker.
He thought to himself that this might have been a misstep, fearing he'd run into a tough opponent.
