Muye Qiao felt as if even his breathing had stopped.
Lu Beiyuan, seeing his about to faint appearance, couldn't help but speak, "President Qiao, are you alright?"
Muye Qiao was not alright.
Far from alright.
His heart clenched fiercely.
Painful.
It was so painful that even breathing seemed like a form of torture.
He took a breath and felt pain threading through his chest.
It was so painful he almost wanted to faint.
How could it be so unbearable...
Even without looking at this document, just thinking about a possibility, Muye Qiao felt like killing himself.
No, even killing him would not atone for his sins.
"At least... you saw the result..." Lu Beiyuan said, "Are you okay?"
With the greatest self-control of his life, Muye Qiao trembled as he picked up the thin document.
It was only a few pages, but in his hands, it felt as heavy as lead.
