"Duke."
Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, gazed at Qin Beifeng, the bright, chrysanthemum-like smile he had just shown in front of Cheng Guang had vanished into thin air.
All that remained were coldness and indifference.
"Beifeng, you have disappointed me profoundly."
Qin Beifeng's expression was complicated, he clenched his teeth slightly, and just as he was about to say something, Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, gestured dismissively with his hand.
Indicating he did not wish to listen.
"There are some things my grandson needs you to do, just cooperate well, and if it weren't for my grandson speaking on your behalf, I would have wanted to kill you with a single slap right now."
"Whether you can survive afterward will depend on your performance."
"If you are still obsessed with the incidents of Great Chu from years ago, even if my grandson pleads for you, I will not spare you."
