"I..."
Trembling, Min Jiangtao turned around, only to see his "junior brother" sitting upright in the room, holding a teacup and slowly pouring tea. The rich aroma of the tea filled the entire room, but he couldn't smell it; instead, he sensed an intense killing intent and the scent of death.
"Don't be nervous, sit!"
Zhang Xuan beckoned.
With a rigid body, Min Jiangtao knew better than to disobey. He approached with cautious steps, nervously lifting the teacup and forcing an awkward smile, "Junior brother, you didn't rest..."
"There's no need to be tense. If I really wanted to kill you, you would have already been dead the moment you were rude to me..." Zhang Xuan waved his hand dismissively.
Only then did Min Jiangtao breathe a sigh of relief.
Indeed, if the other party truly wanted to kill, there was no way he could have lived till now.
