Richard Sun felt the brief change of air around Matthew Xi. His body involuntarily produced sweats despite the cool inbound breeze.
Why does he feel so terrified? What was this threatening aura that enveloped around him? What did he do to offend Matthew Xi?
"Ease your mind, Director Sun. I didn't invite you to threaten you — it's about business." Pleased at Richard Sun's change of expression, Matthew Xi offered a meek smile.
"Y — yes," Richard Sun felt stupid. He somehow couldn't control his emotions or stop his stuttering.
Soon, the dishes arrived, giving colors to the empty wide table. "Let's eat?" Matthew Xi offered, relaxed as ever, while the person opposite him was clearly uncomfortable.
"Mr. Xi, about the project..." After nodding his head and serving himself, Richard Sun cleared his throat as he was about to strike a conversation. However, his words trailed off because Matthew Xi interrupted him midway.
