Jiang Chen stuffed the phone into his pocket.
"Please cooperate with my work, Mr. Jiang." Dagger forced out a smile as Jiang Chen was clearly not willing to follow the order.
Daylight during the winter was short, and although it was still moments before six in the afternoon, it was already turning dark.
Despite not being able to see the emotion hidden in Jiang Chen's eyes, Dagger could clearly sense that Jiang Chen was in a terrible mood.
Seeing Jiang Chen had no reaction, Dagger let out a sigh, extended his hand, and pleaded, "Please don't make this difficult for me… Give me the phone first."
Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, and said—one word at a time—"I've never made it difficult for you. It's you that has always made it difficult for me, and now, I had enough."
Dagger paused. He didn't think the always-cooperating Jiang Chen would say this.
