After Xie Liu pulled a chair over for Xie Limo, the latter sat on it. Even while sitting, he was still looking down at Lin Erniu, who remained on his knees with his head bowed.
Xie Limo's slender fingers tapped on the chair's armrest. The moment he heard those tapping sounds, Lin Erniu shivered at once. He was greedy and eager to get some money, but he was scared of death too.
In just a short time, he was already drenched in sweat.
"You're feeling hot?"
"No, no, Young Master Xie. I'm not feeling hot."
"Then why do you keep wiping your sweat?"
"I-It's… an illness I've had since I was young. It causes me to sweat a lot."
A dangerous glint flashed across Xie Limo's eyes. "You said that Old Lady Shen's time is almost up, but from how you described her and her carefully planned intentions, I'm guessing she's still doing pretty well."
