On this night, not only did Zhu Zhizhou fail to gain any advantage from Mr. Yan, he instead found himself on the receiving end of one wave of sarcasm after another.
Mr. Yan, normally a man of few words, had a razor-sharp tongue that could choke the life out of anyone he disliked.
But even so, faced with Mr. Yan's harsh words, Zhu Zhizhou could only swallow his pride, concealing his anger in silence.
Watching the exchange from the sidelines, Su Lang was drenched in cold sweat.
If he had known how intensely Mr. Yan disliked Zhu Zhizhou, he would never have agreed to Zhu Zhizhou's request.
Luckily, Mr. Yan's cutting words were directed solely at Zhu Zhizhou, and he had no intention of hurting him in any way.
Realizing this, Su Lang was slightly reassured.
As for Zhu Zhizhou, a seasoned player in the game, his exceptional psychological capabilities and resilience were clearly visible. Moreover, besides Mr. Yan, there was no one else he could turn to for help.
