"Should I also thank you for respecting me?"
Having regained his composure, Xu Weiguo felt there was no longer any need to continue the conversation with Yang Hao.
Yang had already sensed Xu Weiguo's indifference, but he still shrugged and said, "That's not it!"
"I'm just stating a fact!"
"Hmph! Nonsense!" Xu Weiguo gave Yang Hao a disdainful look, then waved his hand quite calmly and said, "I've heard enough of your nonsense."
"Go ahead!"
"I'm not going to see you out."
Xu Weiguo began to show the guest out.
Because he believed there was no point in continuing the conversation with Yang Hao.
But Yang Hao had no intention of leaving.
Instead, he picked up the pack of cigarettes Xu Weiguo had left on the table, which still had a few left, and took one out to light for himself.
After Yang Hao took a deep drag and exhaled a mouthful of smoke, he then began to say to Xu Weiguo, "Uncle..."
"Do you love your wife?"
