The moment he heard Charlie speak, Wang Hai stood up and sighed, slowly moving to stand before him.
"Xiao Qiang is here," he muttered as he stretched out his arm in an attempt to pull him into a hug. However, seeing the look on the latter's face, Wang Hai hesitated and slowly took a step back, raising his hand in mock surrender as he shook his head.
The unspoken tension between the two men was almost suffocating, making the silence in the room even more palpable. Charlie's eyes, which were blazing with a dormant fire of resentment, twitched as he clenched his fist, his chest heaving, causing the tension in the room which had already seemed like it was about to explode in any seconds to intensify.
Finally finding his voice, Charlie spoke again,
"What are you doing here?" He demanded,
his voice laden with simmering anger.
