He poured him another cup of tea. It was a gentle gesture, but it made You Qian feel a murderous aura rushing towards him.
"President You, don't be nervous. I invited you here to have a good talk. Have a cup of tea to relax."
You Qian held the teacup, his hand unconsciously clenching tight.
For some reason, hearing Lu Moqing say "have a good talk," he felt things couldn't end well.
"I wonder, what would President Lu like to discuss?"
You Qian looked at Lu Moqing, and even the thought of resisting had vanished.
Lu Moqing smiled, "My wife has always been kind and gentle. Even if she's bullied outside, she won't come home and complain. So, President You, rest assured. My demands won't be too excessive either."
Hearing Lu Moqing say this with a grin, You Qian didn't feel relieved at all.
"President Lu, please tell me your demands, and I'll be sure to comply."
You Qian swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling.
