"What were you saying?" Yao Ziye placed a freshly brewed cup of tea in front of Jun Ye, raising his eyebrows.
Jun Ye picked a peanut from the plate and tossed it into his mouth, chewing a few times, looking like he had the situation under control, he said, "Nothing much, just that Sun Jingren feels he can't afford to lose face."
"So you mean, he's mobilizing the Sun Family's power? Planning to threaten us with Nannan's issue?"
Confronted with Yao's probing question, Jun Ye hummed dismissively through his nose, "Could they even? His own lousy software development, and he still has the face to say anything! Since he's not interested in saving face despite being given the chance, there's no need to be polite with him, just tear off the pretense."
Knowing that he would say this, Yao Ziye smiled lightly and indifferently.
