Li Taishan had just sat down, but immediately stood up.
He was half-bent, neither sitting nor standing. He was old, and holding this position was difficult.
His whole body trembled like he was having a seizure.
It was very unsightly, and he completely lost face.
But to Li Taishan, Mr. Liu, face didn't matter.
What use was face? Can it feed you? At this time, he needed to show weakness. If it could let Gan Xiong vent his anger, bringing real benefits to the Liu family, then face wasn't worth mentioning at all.
Gan Xiong saw Li Taishan's behavior and looked at him calmly without any emotion.
"Have some tea." Gan Xiong pointed to the cup of tea Old Zhuang poured in front of Li Taishan and said.
Li Taishan didn't sit down; he wanted Gan Xiong to see his embarrassment.
So he remained trembling, standing in the middle between his chair and the table.
Gan Xiong saw his actions, and instead of reducing his anger, became even more wary.
