Qiao Yifeng fell into a state of silent contemplation.
A few seconds later, there was an expression on his face, which indicated that he wanted to drink some wine. Then, he realized that he had already finished his. Even his goblet had been tossed far away. Qiao Yifeng then reached for Chen Xiaolian’s goblet and gulped it all down in one go.
“All right, let’s talk.” Qiao Yifeng’s tone became tangled. “At any rate, it would seem that you would be unwilling to continue our business discussion if we don’t clear up this matter.”
“I’m listening,” said Chen Xiaolian with a very frosty face.
Although there was a smile on Qiao Yifeng’s face, his eyes were also frosty.
“In the beginning, I had wanted to kill you.”
Hearing that caused Chen Xiaolian’s eyes to narrow.
