He Che opened his mouth, his tone full of due authority and conviction: "Yeah, is there a problem with that?"
Chen Cang was suddenly rendered speechless, staring steadily at He Che, unable to utter a word for a long while.
He Che felt for the table's surface and stood up: "Chen Cang, please help me to the bedroom."
After a long while, as Chen Cang still hadn't come to assist him, He Che slightly furrowed his brows, said nothing more, and stood up. He reached out, found the wall, and then began to move towards the doorway, step by tiny step.
Watching He Che like this, the patience Chen Cang had held onto for so many years finally broke: "Boss, just how long do you intend to deceive yourself and others?"
