"Oh," Chen Yu realized. "Then your blood pressure must be quite high, huh."
"Bang!"
The chubby middle-aged man slammed his hand on the desk, seething with murderous intent, "Don't seek death."
"I truly didn't know," Chen Yu said, spreading his hands. "If I had known the meaning of 'Progenitor,' I wouldn't have been pondering it in the room."
"What I'm asking you is, who did you hear the term 'Progenitor' from?"
"Someone told me."
"Who."
"I don't know them, I really don't," Chen Yu said with a sincere look in his eyes.
"Chen Yu, my first impression of you is very poor. Later, you'll realize how foolish your current actions are."
After giving Chen Yu a deep look, the chubby middle-aged man did not continue to press the question. Instead, he continued to lounge with his leg crossed, leisurely drawing a cigar from his drawer and lighting it with an air of nonchalance.
He took a deep breath.
Allowing the spicy smoke to fill his lungs.
