The bodyguard brought over an ashtray.
Zhong Xiaoye extinguished the cigar.
"Get up."
The young fellow hesitated somewhat theatrically, then slowly stood up, supporting himself on his knees.
"Are you very afraid of the Fang Family?"
Upon hearing this, the young fellow, who hadn't even stood up straight, almost wanted to kneel down again.
Afraid?
Of course afraid.
Otherwise, if it were an ordinary woman, how about trying?
But honestly, sometimes the truth is best left unsaid, otherwise, wouldn't that be boosting others' morale while diminishing one's own?
"Look."
There was a reason for making him stand up, and the young fellow obeyed the elder brother's words and looked out the window.
"At this moment, many people are having a meeting in the hall over there. The Fang Family should be there, and so should the Fourth Miss. Why aren't we there?"
The young fellow's heart raced, beating rapidly, and he didn't dare speak at all.
