In the study room upstairs,
"Help me investigate something", Feng Shufen said in a solemn tone as his eyes stared at his laptop screen at the front while his phone kept at the side of the table with the video and the speaker on. His face had traces of irritation, but that irritation was yet to cross its limits.
"Hmph! You only remember me at the time of help. Do you take me as a friend with benefits or something that sort of?" The voice of Qi Shuai rang in the air intending to let his friend know how upset he was with the thought of being used.
But his words only made the man's expression turned gloomy. Qi Shuai could also realize what mess he created with his own words. But was he the person to accept his fault that easy? The whole world would doubt that one thing for sure.
