He looked up and saw Mr. Xing's sharp gaze sweep over, nodding with indifference.
"Speak."
Her heart skipped a beat, Miss Xiaojiu felt like a deer running wild, and even Wei Liao, the young master, stopped his smoking motion—
Everyone wanted to know what the long-awaited Captain Xie had to say that was technically significant.
But after waiting and hoping, all they got was his drooping head and the words, "…the water's gotten cold, I'll get some hot water."
These words, earth-shattering, thunderous.
With a darkened expression, Mr. Xing, driven to itch in his teeth by frustration, coldly glared at him and enunciated each word with deliberate irritation.
"Thanks, a lot!"
We Liao, who had felt like he was about to implode, was stunned for a good while, really wishing he could kick that blockhead and wake him up, "Mingcheng, I really want to crack open your head and see how such creative thoughts come out..."
