"I get it, I get it, put the gun down!" Under Luo'er's oppression, Luo Qishan reluctantly reached a compromise.
"I hope you mean it!" Luo'er slowly replaced the picture of his father on the table, and then put down the gun.
"Why, why no matter what I do, you're always ungrateful, what did I do wrong?" Luo Qishan expressed his inner doubts.
"There are many things you could have done, but it's all too late now." Luo'er's eyes darkened, and he placed the gun on his table. After Luo Qishan's compromise, he dared not look directly into Luo Qishan's eyes anymore.
Then he turned around, disregarded Luo Qishan, and left the office directly.
Wang Xu was standing at the door, watching Luo'er walk out of the office, and then slowly walked into the office.
"Sorry, Chief..." Wang Xu approached Luo Qishan, reached out and took the gun back.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Luo Qishan asked.
