Xiu Jie Ming sat right next to the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a notebook and a pen in his hand, sketching something unknown.
"People from the Inspectorate came to the Xiu Family looking for me." Seeing Chen Guan enter, Xiu Jie Ming didn't stop writing, speaking as he continued to draw.
"Did they ask you to deal with me?" Chen Guan's mind was racing.
"They didn't say explicitly, but that was the implication, so I'm here." Xiu Jie Ming replied.
"So, how do you plan to deal with me?" Chen Guan pulled up a chair and sat down, glancing at the notebook in Xiu Jie Ming's hand. What he was drawing was inscrutable at the moment—lines and patches of black here and there with no discernible form.
"Haven't decided, but I have to do something. Otherwise, some people won't be reassured. Do you have any thoughts?" Xiu Jie Ming continued drawing without looking up.
"I'm just a minor character; what thoughts could I have? However you want to act against me, just act." Chen Guan said.
