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"Hmph."
Mr. Qi snorted coldly, clearly too disdainful to bother with this fellow.
Liu Guoyu, however, was quite presumptuous. Seeing that Mr. Qi had no intention of sending him away, he quickly settled himself onto a sofa nearby, discreetly surveying his surroundings.
Mr. Qi's attitude was very clear, he had a strong distaste for Liu Guoyu.
Liu Guoyu was well aware of this and had already thought of a way to deal with it: he just needed to give in, apologize, and play the sympathy card using the fact that he was from Xiaogou Village to get on Mr. Qi's good side.
But what truly made Liu Guoyu feel powerless was Chen Xiaolong sitting next to him, who hadn't said a word since Liu Guoyu entered; he sat expressionless, as if nothing could faze him, inscrutable to the observer.
Facing such an attitude, Liu Guoyu couldn't figure out the right approach and had no choice but to keep a smile and proceed cautiously – after all, he couldn't be certain of the other person's thoughts.
