"You—"
Chi Yue's eyelids twitched violently, a surge of barely suppressible rage breaking free.
"Are you trying to make me spend a few years squatting here with you?"
Qiao Dongyang tilted his head, apparently not understanding her meaning.
Chi Yue snorted coldly with a scoff, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"
Qiao Dongyang's lips twitched inexplicably.
Glancing at Chi Yue's clenched fist, he felt for a moment that this woman might really be capable of such absurdity.
Sighing, he compromised, "Alright, let's talk business now that you're here."
Seeing him switch topics voluntarily, Chi Yue's frustration eased slightly, and she snorted, releasing her tight grip and shooting him a sidelong glance, "I have a bad temper, don't provoke me."
Qiao Dongyang: "..."
Leader Quan: "..."
"Ahem." Quan Shaoteng clasped his hands together and gently placed them on the table, composing himself, "Qiao Dongyang, I didn't come here today to catch up."
