"What exactly are the symptoms?" I was getting anxious.
Lin Zefeng kept his lips tightly sealed, refusing to answer. In that moment, the usually domineering and poised man, always bearing an air of undeniable dignity, the vice president of CES, a mature and robust man, suddenly appeared somewhat childish, as if he was holding a grudge against me.
It's strange, it's him suffering horribly, not me! Why would he rather suffer himself just to make things difficult for me? This man really knows how to harm others without benefiting himself; he even gambles with his own health just to challenge others—it's indescribably combative.
I was both annoyed and amused. No wonder my mom always told me that men, even if they live to be a hundred, are still children. In crucial times, you must coax and pat them to make them see sense.
