Moreover, it could be deduced from the conversation that Yin Shaojie wasn't a simple person, otherwise Nimo wouldn't have made friends with him.
Nimo curiously rubbed his chin and said, "So the one who was snatching your wife from you was Yin Shaojie's friend? A difficult position to put me in. Should I be standing by your side or his side?"
"Whatever. I don't think anyone cares about this point," Chris said indifferently.
Nimo laughed oddly, sitting on the desk.
"Sometimes, I really don't know what you are thinking. Tell me, okay?" he said.
"Oh? Didn't you claim to be able read people like a book?" Chris laughed.
"You're joking. You are such a complicated person. If I could read you, I'd be God."
Chris's folded his legs and told him to leave. "The conversation is over. You can leave now."
Nimo nodded. "Fine, I'll go out. I'll go and finish your wine for you."
